Correction Lyrics Aim Shoot by Papoose

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(Hook x2)
Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose
You won’t get it pap, you won’t get you won’t get it pap
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot

(Verse)
Straight out the big gapple it’s Papoose in the mall
The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs
At the dice game, keep a mag on me
Why would I let another man ask bet me
I’m the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot
A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood
So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers
When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers
I live the fast life, that’s why I stay in a hurry
Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray
King of New York, cop the caliber
My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar
Why everybody out of character?
They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter
Champion, I’m not yo challenger
Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?

(Verse)
I’m Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya
What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin
Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture
Call it this rap takeout, we don’t mob deliver
I’m too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard
Handle that now, nigga ain’t no harm caused
Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw
Yea world war gave you what you starved for
All my shooters buy products of the worst recession
Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses
Get that shit right there, it’s irrelevant
The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant
So your next move better be your best move
Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth
Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too
Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot

(Verse)
Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to
The drought is done, it’s rain season
You can’t stop my storm, you can’t slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)
It’s gonna pour cats and dogs
Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off
When I black out make you miss me like
Nigga, where you been at? Word
Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring
They look like punks and act like a woman
You need danger, a little ratchet
You need this lightning, I put a little pressure
Just to balance things out, we’re not the same
Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame
Some is real or some is fake
You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?

(Hook)
Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose
You won’t get it pap, you won’t get you won’t get it pap
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot

Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose
You won’t get it pap, you won’t get you won’t get it pap

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