Papoose - Current Events Lyrics
Niggas ain’t ready to ride no moreThey used to try to keep it realNow they don’t even try no moreThey don’t represent the star no moreEver since Big died nobody ready to die no moreThey don’t get murdered when they testify no moreThey just tell the whole truth, they don’t lie no moreThey don’t sell real lye no moreWhen you smoke the same weed it don’t even get you high no moreThey ain’t loyal to they connect, not no moreThey just cop one time and they don’t buy no moreCan’t listen to music when you drive no more‘Cause they don’t make thinking music for the mind no more50 Cent ain’t got beef with JA no moreJay Z ain’t got beef with Nas no moreToo friendly, ain’t no competitive side no moreRap game boring, it ain’t even live no moreHere it is, step into my bizzWith the free flow stylo, hand clap like leeloI’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nationGot no time for wangstersHere it is, step into my bizzWith the free flow stylo, hand clap like leeloI’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nationGot no time for wangstersI said I’m better than Jigga ‘cause I’m better than JiggaI ain’t no rookie to this shit, I’m a veteran spitterI grew up with jugs men, good fellas and killersMy homies catch a case, man, I sent letter to niggasI ain’t hating but I ain’t getting bread with them niggasI feel like it should’ve been me instead of them niggasI wish the doctors and the paramedics was quicker‘Cause I’m sick with this shit, I need my medicine, niggaNiggas talking indirect, I step to them niggasI wouldn’t give a mother*****er if it was ten of them niggasHead crack, six niggas, I’m on a six men spreeYour girl think you a gangsta, I think that ***** can’t seeNiggas say they gonna hit me, your whole clique fear meI get your head man hit up, they call me Head Man PYou the best in the city, I’m screaming this can’t beYou ain’t no *****ing gorilla, you just a chimpanzeeHere it is, step into my bizzWith the free flow stylo, hand clap like leeloI’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nationGot no time for wangstersHere it is, step into my bizzWith the free flow stylo, hand clap like leeloI’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nationGot no time for wangstersI’m a philosopher, popular for just popping and pasta’s upRising like the mercury inside a thermometerYou say you off the meter, they lied to youI’m a thousand more times off the meter like a *****ing kilometerI’m not a big enough star, what are you? Astronomers?Swallow a hollow ‘cause you ain’t promised tomorrowBloggers and botherers, Twitter follow and followersI’m *****ing a chopper to pop shots like photographersMy third eye focused and like I watch with binocularsDrug money in my sneakers, foam posit depositorThe coppers be watching but I ain’t stopping, I’m tired of youMiddle finger to camera while they watching the monitorsSmoke Ganja from FloridaWhen I roll a blunt I hold the blunt to my mouth like the player hold a harmonicaCan’t stop the drama, it ain’t no hot, broI’m Barack Obama, Osama Bin Laden, yoHere it is, step into my bizzWith the free flow stylo, hand clap like leeloI’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nationGot no time for wangstersHere it is, step into my bizzWith the free flow stylo, hand clap like leeloI’m a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nationGot no time for wangsters
