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papoose – address me as mister (remix) lyrics

[intro: busta rhymes]
ayo kayslay, papoose (huh)
i finna cook some sh-t in the kitchen with ya’ll n-gg-s
let’s go

[busta rhymes:]
busa bus and papoose will come and really hurt this
i f-ck you n-gg-s up, see none of you n-gg-s serve a
purpose
i hook on n-gg-s like kareem and jail em like julius
servants
see these n-gg-s powerless on how we reemarges
so deserving of the t-tle, crown it, whatever you call
it
and though you n-gg-s was havin fun, see we come to
spoil it
treatin n-gg-s like the sh-t they are, flush em down
the toilet
b-tch see you can’t afford it, see i’m advising you to
forfeit
gotta come up off it, homie what you doin ain’t that
importent
see we don’t need what you got plus the street don’t
want it
yo pap come get these n-gg-s and slap them across the
face
with some more venomous rap, spike the strappers up on
our waist
when we in the place, i know you know he we do this
n-gg-
if you think you new m-th-f-cka, i’m the newest n-gg-
with the newest money, with the newest alb-m, the
newest label
the newest cars, cribs, roll chains, used to call them
cable
new commercial landscapes, get me a new stable of
b-tches
their thoroughbreds, i’m meticulous and very -n-l
about how i’m gonna strike and attack you cus i’m able
and give it to you n-gg-s back and white like i’m
interracial
and continue to keep it lyrical just to make them hate
you
sometimes make me so cynical until i come and stick you
stick a pitch fork in em, watch while i come to take
them up
to another level, if you sleep, we came to wake em up

[chrous: busta rhymes]
see you might get a blister when we give you the heat
better address me as mister, see me in the streets
mr. papoose, mr. busa bus, this is grown man sh-t
repect n-gg-s like they born with it
the hood they always talk with it (you hear them talkin
about us?)
but we the top rank, flawless in our weight cl-ss
you n-gg-s don’t really want problems, see every time
we come with it
sh-t is obvious, you m-th-f-ckas straight -ss

[papoose:]
papoose, you can call me mr. clientele
my mixtapes make more sales the nextel
i ain’t hard to find, they know where i dwell, h-ll
never been a chubby n-gg-s, i’m skinny like twelve 12s
you had that cocaine for so long it smells stale
i make h-ll sales, my caine goat like ll
rip the smif n wessun with quick aggression
and get the reppin, rip the n-gg-‘s neck in
bang his head in and cave his chest in less than sixty
seconds
spit the weapon through his intestines
hit the exit, can’t get arrested, it’s pig infested
got sick obsessions, for walking in n-gg-‘s sessions
i make illest efforts to disrespect em with different
gestures
my wisdom threatens these wicked peasants with ill
intentions
he said he was laying in the cut, but sh-t’s infected
i got disprefected, i am the sheppard, so spin the
record
i’m representin for this profession i ressurrected
i’m giving belssings within the lessons of his
intentions
this is the essence of my lyrics brethren, busta rhymes
is a living legend
i don’t know what you acting like you’re heartless for
when you know that you’re a target like the department
store
cus justo gave me the crown, and ya’ll knew it
my song’s ruthless, your bars truthless, it’s all
foolish
fill you with embaldment fluid, this is ex con music
i’m like the van [?], i’ll show you how a con do it

[hook]

[raekwon:]
blood on the chef’s hatchet, i’m here for the action
kill a hundred n-gg-s with aspirins and p-ss in they
caskets
4-5s rip through your gl-sses, all mine, mr. gymnastics
gimme more time, or visit the blasters
cus i’m starving, hungry for cl-ssy, i’m dead up your
l-ssy
see it’s nothing, press a few b-ttons, the city’s
diasaster
ayo anthrax em and axe em with sianide acid
choke em out, escape in the cold and left through lake
placid
stop fronting, know you a pastor, you know i’m a master
i’m like six sixes in traffic, you n-gg-s is taxes,
hardbodies come
through jur-ssics
it’s all about mausberg lugers, loadin them rachets,
blow them like napkins
cus i’m elevated at the top of my flowest power
the m-o stay young, fly, and rish like [?] raw child
with transaction, grandmaction, n-gg-s on the stove
maxin
throw a thousand birds off the road, while my soldiers
catch it
playin all the lobbies, the gotti’s the red mazaratis
my colleagues will blow something, show you karate
we know the code, pot, x and parties, the live section
keep him on his toes, take off them chromes and p-ss
them to mami
cus the feds around us, watchin us, [?] gottis is
everybody’s laundry
we could prbably get more if we hunting, probably
we hang n-gg-s, bang pistols, take a piece of your
finger
same whistle, you better respect it cus my name sizzle

[hook]

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