Papoose
Papoose - Raised With Them Gangstaz songtekst
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I Was Raised With Them Gangstaz In The Streets Where Nothing's Promise Man People Only Would Respect You When Your Crazy And Slay You A Wild Child And We Rep Them Streets Can You Hear Me My People Gonna Talk To You See Man I Go To Hell If My Niggas Dead Drinking Liquor Blowing L's Like Im Living In There Matter Fact Yall Food, Im The Dinner Wear And I Cant Go To Heaven I'll Be Sinning In There Listen Up I Keep Two Guns On My Hips Gotta Few Hundred Pounds Moving On My Strip Niggas Leave Off The Block When Im On My Shit Got My Hands In My Pants And They Aint On My Dick Fuck It Nigga, Keep These Guns On Safety For What Im From A Place Where Faces Get Cut Niggas Is Taping You Up They Gonna Bring You To A Place In The Cut Its Real Dirty Then Some 730 Niggs Start Breaking You Up I Wear A Mask Like Its A Masquerade Cause I Got Beef With Niggas Like Me That Will Blast Away Listen Dog Im Tryna Last Today So I Can See Tomorrow, Im Grabbing These Hallows To Mash Away Kay Slay Gave Me A Call Say Gruff I Gotta Spot For Ya No Doubt Slay Im About To Make It Hot For Ya These Aint Not Thugs They Puss Stop Fronting Like You Hard Before Your Mug Get Pushed Blood Gon' Gush Fuck Up My Cheese Doodles Stain My Pelle Pelle That 40 Cal. Turn His Six Pak Belly Jelly I Hit A Nigga How He Suppose To Get Hit I Walk Up And Hit Him Close This Big Shit I Tote Fo'sho Gon' Get Him Ghost Fo'sho Its No Post Lord These Bullets Do Know The Outcome You Know I Aint No Pulling Through Its A Rap, Rennels Let Me See You Talk That Same Shit When Them Caps In You Cocksuka, You Punk Muhfuckers Bring The Noise The Bigger The Crowd, The Bigger The Funeral Yea Bring Your Boys The Shit I Talk Believe I Could Back It Aint Nothin Sweet Got That Heat Underneath The Jacket (Faggot) People Only Respect You When Your Crazy And Slay You A Wild Child And We Rep Them Streets Can You Hear Me My Peoples Gonna Talk To You See Man Yo Since They Say Lifes A Gamble, Well Fuck It I Got Bank Im On The Subway Tonguing My Lawyer Im Like Frankin You Being A Thug Wrong If We Was In The Bullpen I Have You Standing Up On The Toilet Singing Love Songs When You Go To Bust A Nigga Always Remember Never Trust A Nigga And Dont Forget To Put Your Gloves On Niggas Better Hold Whatever They Making Its Getting Cold And The Weather Is Breaking Sales Is Dropping. 10 P.M. Cells Is Locking Drama Hour On D-Block The Jail Is Rocking Real Life Family, We Aint Gang Members, But We Still Bang Niggas And We Keep Them Things With Us We Both Got The 7, But Yours Is The 45, Mines Is The 60 The Color Of Rice Crispy (Yea) So Go Head With Your New Born Rap Nigga You Puss Like A New Born Cat Yea Papoose Whipping Your Head Boy With The Verbal You Niggas Got Rats In Your Family Like A Gerbil You Ever Turn Your Back On Me, I Gotta Merk You I Hit You In Your Back Like I Was Tryna Burp You I Go At The Track Different Ways, Im Universal Papoose Stay Under The Track Like Myrtle Violate You Like Your P.O. You Pass Curfew Niggas Move Slow With The Shells Just Like A Turtle Im Robbing Niggas Who Sell Weight So On The First You Niggas Better Tuck In Your Weight Just Like A Girdle But Lately Rappers Been Afraid To Face Me Real Niggas Embrace Me Dont Even Talk About Gang Banging, My Homies Throw Them B's Up Crazy So On The Streets I Keep The B With Me Like Jay-Z When I Pull Out The Mag You Be Scared Stiff You A Snitch, I Keep A Magnum On Me Like My Dick Who Could Believe Sheek Would Have A Label Up His Sleeves Yall Cant Breathe Your Boy Louch A Headache Pass The Aleve I Reinvented Myself, I Change With Time Threw A Ceo Hat On, Stepped Up My Rhyme Its Time For This Nigga To Shine Its Been The Same Pattern Here For A Minute, Imma Change The Design Nothing Change You Still Walk With Me Dont Get A Fresh Buck 50 The Hammer Still Tuck To My Dickie Still Fucking With These Bitches, The Weed Is Sticky Still With The Same Niggas Everyday The God Is Picky And Even Though I Aint Go Plat Yet Sheek Got The Hood Upside Down Like A Hot Wheel Track Set I Spit Like I Been Here Holla At Me, You Would Think I Was Your Father Minus The Great Chin Hair Rich Na, But I'll Holla Back When I Get There Bitch Open Your Eyes Fam This A New Chapter Who The Fuck You Think You Kidding Yall Know What I Came After Im Not Your Average Rapper Im A Nigga Holdin 4, The Homie The People Gon' Stand In Back Of In Battle Mode Cause The Boys In Blue Boys And Your Crew, Motherfuckers Poisoning You Now I Can As Far Back Camp Can Before The Crack, Before New York Took The First Blast I Was, In The One Room Joint Clay Ave Off Of Webster Hit Past Coke And Weschester Me And Nom Took Our Rhymes And Left Dexter Hit The Streets Up None Of The Loyalty Never Left Us Took Your Dust Up, Holla At Slay Nig Wassup Old Folks Up In The Hood Still Trust Us Salmy Wilson You Playing For Real Flip The Manual Bank Saw Them And B I Cant Wait For The Tenth Annual