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Papoose (rapper)( Shamele Mackie )
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Stonogram
When I was out in Brooklyn with those shots ringing out You was at your job with the mop, ring it out Janitor, Your amateur Where that boy from? We ain't scared of ya When the east is in the house, Jeru the damaja
Hammer tuck, time to grind, I was designed mind on my money my money stay on my mind Thugga we the best, just like vado, what up slime Deaf, dumb and blind; decline I'm in my prime
(talking) Yo P, we gotta do this shit for strong man! Rest in Peace Strong! Let's Dot it!
I'm bout to make Strong roll over in his grave I'ma make papi blow something in the cage Can't believe ya'll gone man, I'm holding in the pain Left me by myself, I'm not rolling with these lames, I'm rolling with the Gauge Boy wouldn't listen when I told him to behaven (Click clack two shots) Blow 'em off this stage Like Harriet Tubman, Freeing institutionalized brain Could have freed more If they had known they was slaves!
(talking) See, I wanna hear' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Everybody sound different The verses just grab me Like owww!
They should do a battle of the BET Cyphers So me Styles and Lupe Fiasco could eat all these biters We recorded the first one ever, they fiend to be like us What make them think that he nicer, I'm the BET sniper! See, he tried to shit on us, but he ain't even the type of nigga So he shitted on himself, bring him so dippers! Uh, real New Yorker, I read the paper, eat at the diner Rip a ' ticket that they leave on my wipers! Keep a pocket knife as sharp as the teeth of a tiger Went through the system, they never took my sneakers on Rikers It's hoodie season, hospitals, fire stations and precents A gurney, mase, oxygen mask for breathing Only reading when we define militant meaning Rookies with a badge and a bad breath stop and frisk for no reason! The wild cowboy draw, mastered the art of reaching The forensic evidence fingerprint wiping gun cleaning Drug addiction poetry, overdosing and fiending Quiet hand ball courts echos a dying man screaming! The devil gonna realize that he gonna continue scheming Till we fill sewers with the blood of one of his demons
It's hoodie season! Bring in the singing, come on, come on!
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