Papoose - Stonogram lyrics

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Papoose!

When I was out in Brooklyn with ‘em shouts ringing out

You was at your job with the mouth, bring it out

Ah, janitor, you’re amateur,

where that boy from? (Where?)

We ain’t scared of you!

When the East is in the house (East Side)

J-Rule to damage you!

Amateur, times to grind I was designed (kill!)

Mind on my money, my money stay on my mind!

(Come on, come on!)

Dwag, we’re the best just like …

What’s up, son?

I’m deaf, dumb and blind,

Decline, I’m in my prime!

He yo, P,

Man, we gotta do this shit is strong!

Let’s do it!

I’m about to make strong roll over in this race

I’mma make Papi blow something in the cage

Can’t believe I’m gone, man I hold it in the pain

Left me by myself, I ain’t rolling with these lames!

I’m rolling with the gage

Boy went missing when I told him to behave

Blow ‘em off this stage

like every time … the last brains,

Could have free more

If they had known they was slaves!

See, I wanna hear…

Everybody sound different

The verses just grab me

Like owww!

They should do it bad with the BT deciphers

So … Lupe Fiasco can eat all these biter

We recorded the verse whenever they afraid to be like us

What make them think that he nicer, I’m the BT sniper!

(What?) 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 snickers on…

Cause what he sees in hospitals, fire, stations and prisons

A … oxygen mask for breathing

Only reading when we define militant meaning

Rookies with a badge and a bad breath stopping, freeze for no reason!

(What?) The wild cowboy drown, mastered the art of reaching

The forensic evidence fingerprint wiping gun cleaning

Drug addiction poetry, overdosing the feeling

Crowded …calls after a dying man screaming!

The devil gonna realize that he gonna continue scheming

Till we fill … with the blood of one of his demons

It’s hoodie season!

Bring in the singing, come on, come on!