Salute The Dream"

Papoose

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    game that nigga you was tellin' me about from California
    I'mma handle him in the flesh
    Salute to Jim Jones, salute to Juelz Santana
    Everybody who embraced me man, it take real
    To recognize real
    DJ Enuff, Sunny, Clue, Green Latern
    I'mma this one for y'all man
    Check it

    [Verse 1:]
    The big homie met a lot rappers and artists who could sing
    But he chose Papoose cause he had a [dream]
    Now the name of my album is the Nacirema [Dream]
    Straight into rotation monopoly's the theme
    I wrote Monopoly to show the people my mind's great
    We gon rise like the crime rate
    United States is not 52 states, I'mma tell you just why it ain't
    It's 53 states if you count my mindstate
    The mirror ain't show me 2005 face
    I'm just gettin' started, I wrote these rhymes in 9-8
    Straight tru is drugs that make me hateful
    You don't understand what they put my mindstate through
    I wanna smoke witch'ya lame crew
    Cause sometimes when I blaze a L it make me wanna blaze you
    Hennessy's an enemy when I drink it straight through
    Probably shake you
    I taste blood when I taste brew
    Snakes prey on rats from the streets to the state zoo
    That mean you a rat if you let a snake, snake you
    Turn ya back and I'mma have to lace you
    But don't call me a backstabber, I'll stab you in your face too
    It just stopped raining, so the weather is kinda damp
    We tryin' ta make a couple links, me and my camp
    Police wanna rush us so they drive by and glance
    Every fiend I've seen, I licked him like a stamp
    The mother weight sellers givin' work in advance
    But it's garbage so you gettin' jerked in advance
    Now in the first you gotta reimburse grants
    Say Pap comin', they murk in advance
    They leave like a tree when I come, none of them herbs gotta chance
    Cause they know I keep birds on me like a branch
    They hatin' but we ride right up on 'em like a ramp
    They run like it's ants in they pants
    These rappers always sayin' they the champ
    Until you pull out the 4-4 and sit it on his chest like a lamp
    Real gangbangers is what they is for life
    Why they fake niggaz switch they stripes
    Yesterday you was a blood but you flip tonight
    You like that shit that killed Superman, cause you a +krip-tonite,+
    Road rage, niggaz be gettin me that fanned
    When drivers cut me off I wanna clap land
    So nigga was drivin' that new cadillac grand
    He cut me off then black-fled
    I pulled up on him with the screwface that nigga dropped his fat hand
    Cause I +screw+ +drivers+ like +Phillips+ and +flathead+
    I don't drop pills but the haze on me
    You like an empty gas tank, you on E
    Challenge me for some bread, you can't afford me
    Get crossed out, you crossed me
    Let's do it on +the Drama Hour+, but don't start yellin'
    A lot of you yellow belly ass niggaz is yellow like lemons
    When I spit off ya melon
    Slay gon say 1-800-223-9797
    Lousy slouch, yeah by the thous we count
    But my money long enough to buy route these out
    Go get ya clout renounced
    A drunk person speak with a sober mind, so why pounce an ouki out
    Lot of people counted me out
    So if you got your +Thug-A-Cation+ identification have ya ID's out
    All these loud mouth rappers tryin' to drown me out
    I hear him mumbling I doubt if he can knock me out
    Listen if he doubt he doubt
    Let him keep actin' like a boxer, I'mma knock his mouthpiece out
    This is for all of y'all who don't wanna recognize real
    You makin' me stronger because I exercise skills
    The eyes never lie, the naked eye's real
    That's why it take real to recognize real

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    [Talking:]
    Papoose, Thug-A-Cation
    Let's go man
    Most versatile
    Most ambitious
    The most dangerous.... MC on this mother fuckin' planet...

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