Artist: Papoose Album: Mixtape Murder 12" Song: Mixtape Murder Typed by: spike7a@hotmail.com [Intro] Papoose Streetswerps entertainment [Hook] This is mixtape murder, I say some of the illest shit they heard off They better off going to get there burner This is mixtape murder Mixtape, spit straight murder This is mixtape murder Mixtape murder, mixtape murder [Papoose] It's streetsweepers to the death on you bastards When I die put a streetsweeper in my casket And close it just let me lay there with the ratchet Yeah, dust to dust and ashes to ashes So the snake who killed me can walk in laughin' By the grace of God I will jump up blasting Acting like you're built, yous a fucked up has been I dress with a gun tuck fashion I'm a monster son of raw, I spit Americas most wanted bars My will power got more will then a hunderd cars I'ma show these niggas how to deal just cut the cards Yous a cocksucking broad, look You got something you wanna get off your chest besides your fucking bra stop throwing hits throw shoots confront it pa I don't got drama with none off y'all But I hope you niggas kill eachother I don't like neither one off y'all You can go try too get whoever you wanted, ball Tell 'em I'ma problem that they can't fucking solve Acting like you're really thugin' hard and bucking craws He thugin' because of y'all They put the battery in your back, now you think you're a fucking star Hit you in your back and blow the battery out off your stomach pa Who died left them in charge Carried so many hoods on my shoulders I need somebody to give me a massage Sellin' jars off weed, if he pull out another jar Fuck huggin' the block I'ma have him huggin' God Cross me your heart won't live to beat another throb My gun got fired so much it need another job I told you in Alphabetical Slaughter, I was enlarged My whole borrow be bustin' crawns You can't walk too Coney Island bumpin' niggas you buggin', pa You ain't just brushin' past niggas you bumpin' hard Next time make you sure you know who you bumpin', pa Most of my coney island niggas will leave you slumped on them bumpin' cars Stop sayin' you wont get a nigga who frontin', robbed I don't care if you won't, I would (wood) like a lumberyard Everytime you see the entourage we come too rob Charged with a burage, regadless commin' hard Hit harder then Bernard We parked in your garage Your broad's, in Ménage Hearts become enlarged Your dogs just duck and dodge Your squad just run and jog Arson, grand losety laws And rip, bars apart infront off y'all Carve a couple scars, Harlem some parts of Yonkers Way across the Bronx and From cradle too coffin' Give a fatal abortion I'm able to off 'em Brook-nan too Parsons, buzzin' hard Don't cross the repertoire Dog, see you at the next morgue The son off song, What [Hook] This is mixtape murder, I say some of the illest shit they heard off They better off going to get there burner This is mixtape murder Mixtape, spit straight murder This is mixtape murder Mixtape murder, mixtape murder Papoose