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 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 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 But tell me why your man tryna walk in them gangster shoes They not his size Niggas tryna get this money, he tryna jive Playin' with nigga's bread, they ran up behind his ride Instead of tryna go for his gun, he tryna hide They told the nigga don't pull off, he tryna drive Beg for his life, no kinda of pride Now he in a hospital, your family standin' right by his side Talk about him like a dog, they act like he not alive They standin' by his bed, tellin' all kind of lies But now he ready to give up, he kinda of tired They talk about he passed away, I'm not suprised Ya'll talkin' about pullin' the plug, that's why he died Your other man got hit too, that guy survived, but he ain't tryna ride He got an exit wound on his arm, two exit wounds by his thigh Exit wound by his side, he told me he had a bullet stuck up in his body Why he lie, that nigga got more exits than a Audi '95 These lil' niggas runnin' around actin' like young bullies But y'all lil' niggas don't think you dumb rookies Violate them other dudes, but I'm a tough cookie Ain't a nigga alive can tell you he punk really I will put the gun in son hoody But that will be statutory rape if I fuck with a young pussy If he had the will power to front than would he, I'd break his will like police I used to rock a black sherlin, used jeans, with fat word hymns, started caps to match With the black curve brim, I came up in the era that crack burst in Used to stash them jacks in my black work Timbs Nigga head up or shut up, or scrap words then Shit was mad worse then, but if we had word with each other Neither of one of us clapped murked then I'd just tap a herb chin, cause when I set fire to their ass Soon as I put that work in, he runnin' to the cops screamin' Pap burnt him But if he keep frontin, I'll react worse then I feel like my mind snap, I was that certain Cause niggas let something as simple as that hurt them Whoever around they frontin for that person They alway got to try and get the last words in That's why I kill niggas, make em your last words then I watch you basketball players passin' your rocks Watch all you football players tackle and block Listened to you rappers talk about, stackin' your gwop Blastin' your shots, crack on your block, flashin' your watch I got the key, who said the Big Apple was locked So what y'all gonna do when Pap get hot