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Brooklyn Stand Up
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Papoose
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(Intro) Yeah, Papoose March to the Thugacated soldiers Brooklyn, New York Let's go, Thuga, Thuga, C'mon (Chorus 1) 'Cause when the block start clickin' The fiends smokin' and sniffin' And the guns get to spittin' away (Yeah!) Stick up kids keep stickin' From New Lots to Pitkin Brownsville, stand up What it do, dude, what We was doin' the dyin' When them dudes wasn't doin' a thing In Crown Heights, chain hang East New York, same thing Bed-Stuy, stand up (Verse 1) 'Cause if You got grams and I got grams, let's put our Grams together and lock these grams If we can't eat together, then you ain't my man So when you see me in thе streets, don't shake my hand, if You got guns and I got guns, let's put our Guns togethеr and lock this, son You don't want to roll with me I'mma pop you, son If you ain't with me, you against me, I don't bite my tongue I get it gully, bet you like that, huh Where the weed, n***a light that up Ayo, I fight the night shifts 'till I knock out mornings Used to jump crackheads when the block got boring Come to your hood and make it hot, 'cause I got mine scorching I walk around with no ID, I got warrants The cab driver dropped me off, with my mouth yawnin' He said the cab was seven dollars, but I hopped out on him Tried to ask me for his bread, so I wild' out on him 'Caught him with a two-piece, left him knocked out snorin' n***as takin' this for granted, we want (?) He don't want to make enemies, he want friends Put the gun in his mouth, yeah it's me again Leave your tongue hangin' out like beat up Timbs What type of situation did you leave us in? If you can't write fire, give me your pen You come from a hood, that we re-up in BK, that's the borough n***as G'd up in You better watch, how you pull your V up, slim Keep the window low enough, so I can see your chin Who the f**k hood you think your tryin' to creep up in? If the glass low enough to stick the Nina in I'mma throw the drop on you and your three-butt-mens If you ain't creepin' on me, keep your seat up then Why you keep actin' like you got the brains of prophet? Pluck y'all n***as and rip you lames out the socket Lil n***a, you a faggot who came out the closet Hold you by your ankles and shake your change out your pockets Got the Heckler & Koch, I ain't even got to c*ck it, it's double action Pop you, I pull it out and then lock it The streets is mine, the bars is mine, give it back Papoose, I'm the new era like a fitted cap Rappers ain't the same when you see 'em in person Some of them act tough 'till you murk 'em Son know he can't come in my hood, 'cause I'mma hurt him I stop son from comin' in like curtains I mastered this, so I spit at you wisely I'm your master, like your original copy If I die tryin', I'mma be rich in the afterlife then At the crossroads to the riches with lavish items A lot of rappers sellin' their souls, I'd rather price 'em So pass the scalpel, his Adam's apple, I'll have to slice 'em You savage triflin' and backwards bitin', (?) (?), so for my borough I sacrifice 'em I stab 'em twice and my dagger dice 'em, now that's excitement They flashin' sirens, they passin' (?) as fast as lightning Beat you up with my bare hands, you faggots frightened What did he use to put the (?) on 'em? Is that a trident? (Chorus 2) 'Cause when the block start clickin' The fiends smokin' and sniffin' And the guns get to spittin' away Stick up kids keep stickin' From new Lots to Pitkin Brownsville, stand up What it do, dude, what We was doin' the dyin' When them dudes wasn't doin' a thing In Crown Heights, chain hang East New York, same thing Bed-Stuy, stand up
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