Lyrics

[Verse: Papoose] Hot 97 looking at my reflection on shiny weapons Caught up in a robbery, grand larceny grimy felons Running from the beast, hearing voices behind me yelling It's just me and my dog, Will Smith, I am legend Funkmaster Flexing on niggas pulling the gun faster Product of the New York ghetto smarter than dumb rappers Sunflower seeds, sipping the nutcracker Nice with the hands, Jackie Chan the Drunk Master Nightwalker straggler, scavenger hunting crumb-snatchers You could catch herpes, watch who you smoke the blunt aftеr Always spit the truth in my songs, I'm a blunt rapper Using Phillies and bamboo papеr, blunt wrapper Bible paper Backwoods, Swisher Sweets, Dutch Master Opening up a gift from God, the unraveler Use Black-on-Black crime as an excuse, some rather Then to it- uh, Black lives really does matter Clean the filter in your AC, where all the dust gathers Disarm the GPS system, number one tracker Calm and clever apple pineapple sipping that amaretta' Daredevil of the dice game, bet you I throw 'em better Bust down Cuban, I could survive a diamond tester See me shining throwing up diamonds, Roc-A-Fella Underground, they threw me in a basement and locked the cellar I keep a knife and a smile like V is for Vendetta The retractable switchblade sharp as the arm of Shredder Your boss is a rat, Leonardo and Donatella' Playing "Looking at the Front Door," bumping that Large Professor Go pay the Avon lady, the money's on the dresser Hard-headed teenager, ignoring my momma's lecture Descendant of Medgar Evers he left us all a treasure They princesses and queens, my sisters aren't heifers Uncle Tom Uncle Sam, my uncles are oppressors Hit ya' man up with that musket over the mozzarella They tried to stop the bleeding, they applied the pressure Put the stethoscope on his chest, laid him on a stretcher His heart didn't have a beat, it went acapella They said they was impeaching the president So his administration start decreasing the evidence A devil who try to tell the people he heaven-sent A psychopathic liar 'cause he speak with embellishment Even if you like him you should see through the negligence Never let ya' emotion supersede ya' intelligence Stupid rappers arguing who got the harder hood I'm a grown man, the best hood is fatherhood Told my man I needed a gun, he showed me respect It's like he work for cable TV, sent me a TEC The way he got the hood under pressure is absurd The whole block run in the crib when son swerve He be doing hits, kill you for one bird My hit-maker changed his name like Yung Berg Everybody went broke, and the block was dry So I already knew it was gon' be a hot July Whenever I'm under oath I just gots to lie So I gotta cross my heart hope not to die They say you gotta cross ya' T's and dot ya' I's But if you cross me my infrared dot ya' eye Ride with the wop, keep it inside of the drop Sick and tired of the opps, I should slide through they block Live snitch you like to lie to the cops Deserve a buck fifty with the rusty side of the ox Got some money in the side of my sock Radio bumping Mary J. Blige on the block Top five when I'm rhyming I'm hot If you don't say I'm top five I put five in ya' top Niggas flashing all of that money and showing that jewelry Acting like it's all hood, really knowing that's bougie The revolver got a barrel when I'm throwing that toolie They be spinning like the blender when I'm molding that smoothie Talk tough, we be knowing that's goofy Acting like they seen it all, till I show 'em that movie Screaming bust me down, get a no to that usually 'Cause they can't afford a pack, they was smoking that loosie If I say I got the wop, I ain't talking no coochie If I say I got the wop, then I'm toting that Uzi Oowop, I be speeding down new lots Bag full of money I just took it out the shoebox Crew pop like Damu pop advise you pop Walk new plots I ride through blocks and find new spots Nuh-uh you not, uh-huh you watch When I hop out the dread be like 'me not do dat' Get lined up like five rooftops, I cop two Glocks Find you behind new lots 'cause Papoose got Two knots inside tube socks, few rocks inside shoebox You got two hot blocks, who block you got? You dropped you dropped, you hot you not You popped you flopped, you got to stop hops you not Tupac Shoot shots through blocks it's doo-wop Popping kulats Every last one of you niggas could eat the oowop