Wut Yall Gonna Do by Papoose
[DJ Kay Slay:]
DJ Kay Slay Drama King
A moment of silence for all those that oppose Papoose
You know what I'm sayin'
I think ya'll need a little narration from here to
there, come on
[Refrain: Papoose]
I don't Know what you niggas gonna do when Pap gets hot
Cause, man I got everything that these rappers got
But this ain't rap money, na na naw
Man, this crack money and gat and money
What ya niggas gonna do when Pap gets hot
Cause man I got every drug that your connect got
But this ain't baking soda, na na naw
Maan this is straight coca, come buy some weight
soldier
What you niggas gonna do when Pap gets hot
Cause I got every gun that the army got
These ain't little guns, na na naw, man these are
huntin' guns
You better fuckin' run
[Verse 1:]
I get in drama I be poppin'
See I will pop in an hour, but I do it for my dogs
I rock with the Wielers
The way I'm in the hood gettin' all these thousands of
dollars
I think I need to start poppin' my collar
The way I'm murderin' these mixtapes man, I'm
overworkin' you jokers
I think I need to get some dirt off my shoulders, my
shit is clean though
When it come to gamblin', I'm like Robert Denerio
Not in all them dumb ass movies, but in Casino
When it come to hustlin' I'm like Al Pacino
Not when he was Scarface but when he was Carlito
Like Wesly Snipes but in only in one sense though
Sit your five dollar ass down before I make singles
At the end of the movie y'all can never be Nino
Fridays I snatch Ice Cubes like I was D-Bo
Like O'Dog when they was up in that ho crib
Yo Papoose you strapped, and you know it
Had y'all turn your turners up, I got my blinkers on
Cause this is my turn, I'm a turn it up
I'd rather be in Maybac liftin' my curtains up
Instead they got me in the hood liftin' these burners
up
Cause man I get tired of beatin' my workers up
They some uncertain fucks, gave the nigga a bomb full
of weed
Ask me did he mess up yes, he dropped he confessed
I gave the nigga a bomb full of crack, ask me did he
mess it up, yes
He said the cops chased him and dropped it by the fence
My workers keep droppin' my bombs I'm dumb vexed
This lil' nigga drop more bombs than Funk Flex
I keep my eyes on them these dudes are suspect, got now
who wants next
[Verse 2:]
But tell me why your man tryna walk in them gangster
shoes
They not his size
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