Papoose

Papoose - Ambulance lyrics

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Yeah papoose in the building

I got the city locked

Thugga up in the building

They got the semis cocked

Man we always on fire

Niggas ain't really hot

Culture Power Homie, 4, 5

You f**kin with the wrong guy

In the back of that ambulance it's

A long ride

In the back of that ambulance truck

I put your ass in the back of that

Ambulance truck

You dying slow you actin like

You gonna pop soon as you think you hot

In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot

In the back of that ambulance truck

I put yo ass in the back of that

Ambulance truck

You betta watch who you call or hold you down

You ain't neva know when you gonna have to blow em down

Friends be yo worst enemies

I know it sounds crazy but it's real homeboy

I show you how

Callin on the real niggas you know in town

Talking about meet me at the club I know ya style

You don't callup no one but time

You rollin foul, You just be callin him because

You know he be towin clown

What if you and him catch drama it's goin down

You don't tote yo hammer like that and you know it now

You got yo red monkeys on you fly my nigga

Ambulance come they cut yo jeans with scissors

You talking like you gully got in yo ass

Now you talking like a mummy through that oxygen mask

You man coulda dropped you off left you in the streets

He ain't wanna get you blood in his car seats

Now they askin you ya name ya age ya address

But you can't give an answer you breathin ya last breath

'Bout to panic under pressure and fold you mad stressed

See yo future faddin you past tense

Culture Power Homie, 4, 5

You f**kin with the wrong guy

In the back of that ambulance it's

A long ride

You dying slow you actin like

You gonna pop soon as you think you hot

In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot

In the back of that ambulance truck

I put yo ass in the back of that

Ambulance truck

In the back of that ambulance truck

I put your ass in the back of that

Ambulance truck

You a coward in the streets in you bars you tough

But I don't believe you I don't care how hard you bluff

Niggas comin through with hoodies like they hard to touch

I pull that hoodie over you head and wash you up

Ya'll supporting these lost artists like they the Godfather

That's word to my Aunt Margaret None of they bars honest

Talking about you New York's hardest you spit

Hard garbage . You ain't a hard artist, You a Con artist

Get it on ya'll cowards avoid it when it's on

Scream like a bitch and make noises when it's on

My man right or wrong

That ain't the point the point I pointing crawns

So I point if he right I point it if he wrong

These little rappers being putting poison in they song

You paranoid man you annoying when it's on

I came up hard ain't have a choice to get it on

Told this little nigga stop topyin when it's on

You man died I'm disappointed that he gone

But the way you movin you about to join him in the morgue

You getting older now you voice is getting strong

If you make it past eighteen then boy you

Livin long

This is thugga thugga we enjoy to get it on

I keep it Brooklyn like Hoyt ans Schimmerhorn

Culture Power Homie, 4, 5

You f**kin with the wrong guy

In the back of that ambulance it's

A long ride

You dying slow you actin like

You gonna pop soon as you think you hot

In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot

In the back of that ambulance truck

I put yo ass in the back of that

Ambulance truck

In the back of that ambulance truck

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