Papoose - Monster Lyrics

My box was cut proper
Then I went an got the rocker
Now I went and bought a new chopper
He ran up on me
I’mma send him to the doctor
Fuck what you heard
I’m the best in New York City


I’m like shoot them to the gym
Shoot them to the gym
You was on the gym
But you’re home
Cause you gave it up when you were on the stand
I was on the road
But my niggaz were all parole
So we were runnng around
Putting word in every show
Going to the niggaz’ hearts

You like to talk
But you should chill nigga
My reputation gets you killed quicker
You see an enemy without his gun
And you got it
You say that’s drug money
But that’s rap money in your pocket
You need to stop it

My box was cut proper
Then I went an got the rocker
Now I went and bought a new chopper
He ran up on me
I’mma send him to the doctor
Fuck what you heard
I’m the best in New York City


Ever since Strong been deceased
All these lame niggas thinking something sweet
They think it made me weaker
That's what they think
That only made me stronger
You fuckin' creep
Never trust a fucking creep
They back stab anything just to eat
Says he’s w wolf but really he’s a fucking sheep

Watching niggaz talkin’ out their ears
Until they get carried out by the ____ base
Put them right in rehearse
Now they’re crying more tears
Thinkin’ the game ,screaming my name
Man I’m the sharpest knife even than the machete

You say you want to hold something light
I’mma give you to hold something heavy
I keep it Gucci like Guacco
More notes than the ____
I’m like Oprah
He’s the impostor
You niggaz are dummies
One dummy, 2 dummies
I’m seeing more dummies
I click back
I click back
Now I gave on more dummies

 

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