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









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