Lyrics University Of The Streets - Papoose

University Of The Streets

Mhm
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh huh
Mainstream America don’t know that I’m nice
But they respect me for the love that I show to my wife
If they was steppin' to the mall when I’m holdin' my mic
They would see I keep a dead body over my ice
Those who follow true hip-hop know I’m precise
So they salute the general when I throw on my stripes
They respect the substance within the flow that I write
But they download it for free when they go on them sites
So they didn’t buy the album, I show 'em the light
I guess ten dollars was too much when I told 'em my price
I’m a psychotic, bionic, applied knowledge
University of the Streets, my college
Diabolic calisthenics, type brolic
That LV in my pocket, fly wallet
Sawed-off twelve gauge, I got it
That shotgun make your car jump like hydraulics
Bed-Stuy's hottest, make movies, biopic
Pop your eyeballs right out of your eye sockets
You won’t take the shot, you chump, I shot it
You claim you would, but your wood is dry rotted
The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound
Let me tell 'em this
I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner
'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon
America is more so a colonial power than they, because she is a hypocritical
colonial power behind it
What does your fanbase consist of?
Kids who use prescription drugs?
Older men following young girls in the strip clubs?
Rappers claimin' they gang members just to get buzz
Gang members claimin' they rappers just to get love
Y’all confusin' the audience, y’all got it mixed up
You the lil' homie, my nigga, you ain’t the big Blood
You ain’t speak against this shit?
Hypocrite thug
The only time you open your mouth is when you dick suck
Anybody hear me?
Does anybody hear me?
These rappers can’t see me, they legally blind, barely
I was in my prayers talkin' to God hopin' he hear me
While you sittin' on your iPhone talkin' to Siri
I’m feelin' kinda leery, the Devil must near me
Yellow-bellied sap suckers, you bird niggas, canaries
I do this for my granny, my mammy, and aunt Mary
We all one family, they handled us unfairly
They so not manly, cowards who pop Xanis
You do not scare me, so you should not dare me
I’ll leave your cries teary, screamin' out, «Why can’t we
All just get along?»
You softer than cotton candy
The champion sound, I come here with the champion sound
Let me tell 'em this
I will electrocute a soundboy and let them hold them corner
'Cause when it comes to music here we are the gorgon
America is more so a colonial power than they, because she is a hypocritical
colonial power behind it