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gamemast15r - paparazzi lyrics

[intro]
mothaf-ckas know (mothaf-ckas know)
this is the end of the tape
so we gotta do a finale
for all the mob fiends, drama queens, and starter’s dreams
this is for you

[verse 1]
in the clouds, i see the ghost of tony soprano lookin’ down on me
he’s looking impressed at the size of my army
he said “young man, choose your words wisely”
cause in the moment, you could be put between the sheets, like ron isley
it’s unlikely, as i got all of my tracks covered
i got the black snub in case i need to crack f-ckers
to all the black mothers, don’t look up to the crime families
define insanity, risking your neck for life in the cannery
i got the paparazzi’s questioning why i cop versace
stop the presses this rumored man is gonna pop and die see
please go rewind me, only telling the truth
they praying for downfalls, big said it all
but me, i just try to stay cl-ssy for the grifters
ask me about the missus and goomahs for all the swindlers
me, i keep my life private or die tryin’
people lookin’ shifty everyday, so you front on me? stop lyin’

[hook]
it’s a shame, niggas in the crack game
only for the money and the fame (extra large!)
it’s a shame, niggas in the crack game
only for the money and the fame (paparazzi)

[verse 2]
i’m not afraid to make this business personal
i’m not afraid to put your -ss into he-rs-s too
f-ck a court case, i abhor rape, any underling who does it get’s whacked
and every other motherf-cker i see it get’s capped
i wrap you in plastic if shit get’s drastic
let’s see what happens, you might get stabbed
i slit your neck down to your adam’s apple
that’s for snitching, f-ck sending, your going to the hell i slap you down to
i’m blacking out til’ i get sent to riker’s island
you know that i go silent if questioned about my rights, so try it
i pack the iron, so see if you catch my guard down
these guard clowns acting like this is how i’m cappin’? right
i don’t snitch, simple shit, even a simpleton gets
if there’s a horse head in your bed and a pencil through your neck
this omerta, we must follow the k!ller’s code or die
i pray to virgin mary, i pray to jesus that he save my soul or try

[outro x4]
street stories, gospels of heavy street shit
(dj scratches)

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