LYRICS BY PAPOOSE

PAPOOSE - VICTORY 2007

if i made a title that offend the whole industry
would yall all say my title in your interviews?
if i came out dissin everyone of yall
would i sell as much records as these other dudes?
if i said i was retiring but never left
woulda yall all show me love when i came back?
if i ran the streets for the past two years
would you respect me or would yousay f*** pap?

yo where my thugs at?
cock ya guns back
my headphones aint loud yo turn up the track
ok bump that
homie i run rap
i add on to the game you niggas subtract
yo where my bloods at?
throw it up blat
yo where my cuz at?
he cut you come back
they said they tough cats
but they some rugrats
i drop em off on the block and make them pump packs
only a couple stacks
he tried to duck pap
i sent a shot at his a**
and told him duck that

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ayo bump that
bump this
stay hot
whats this
he broke
he rich
homie we run this
this a new era
your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number? is here

the stronger i become the more yall weaken
so when im at full power your gonna be a weaklin
my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin
my brain still thinkin aint none of yall eatin
over my dead body and my blood still bleedin
ima rap rebel
clap a black metal
look into my eyes and realize what pap symbol
lies but wise got pride is that visual
nah i dont slap high five with you
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its not my vibe
you just not my size
i cock my 9
cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
i cock pistols and blast clap missles
black its that simple

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bump that
bump this
stay hot
whats this
he broke
he rich
homie we run this
this a new era
your heart bumpin in fear
2007 the god number? is here

the cops keep printin me each of them bums
bendin at my index finger and squeezin my thumb
im lookin at him hoping he get it done
the new printing machines in the precent is dumb
through the speakers i come
with the weed in my lungs
you ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
they scheming on you
and you schemin on them
then you realize the nigga who you be wit is one
hell of a big pussy why you beefin wit son?
he keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun
but he lying just lookin for a reason to run
ever catch you on the block ???????
i beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums
why would i start eating with them and they starvin
might as well say im feeding these bums
i dont like them niggas
i be talking greasy to them
they say pap a slick talker
that boy got grease on his tongue
im the real beast from the east and im not done
the most official spitting the swift musician
thats if you listen
its a simple mission at his ? its his decision
cuz my intuition end a vision
its benefiting all my men and women
who do it big in a mental prison
but if you wishing to get the griping since you tripin
we gon blast till its the end of class
with quick collision
cut you from ear to ear
give incisions
eat your food like its nutrition
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i can give you wisdom
cause its tradition
but if you dissing
i can switch positions
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i don't care if its linen or if its denim
i grip the lemon
squeeze hit em my enemies
rip em wit venom in em
likely to hit the ism after i send you spinnin



Keak Da Sneak - That Go

He just might go all the way
Goin goin, long gone
first, second, third, Home
Oakland, Athletic fit ballin
Four quarters, nine innings im as good as your last winner
Im winnin, caught up in it doors open
ghost ridin dope smokin when u come to oakland
hold it down for the bay, yup its a rap
run up in the spot, can runnnin with tremendo slap
Move to the Town, dont do nothin like warren sapp
major blaps, ? on the map
we some pimps, grab a strap just like the cops
young gun, eets ts ts sts sts ts ts ts BLAU
open up shot, pop like a coward
cut throat people change for the mighty dollar
if you fakin now you never been real, coward
Goin 60, runnin red lights and

That s*** go, that go, that go, that go
That go, that go, that go, that go
That s*** go, that go, that go, that go
That go, that go, that go, that go

I said lean wit it, rock, walk and pop lock
get low, go, go dumb dont stop
goin mayne dont let it
knock it out like boxin and no sweatin
King of the.. nah i aint gotta tell ya
proof is in the put in, stop buyin dreams, we could sell ya
matter of fact, dude built to last
hit fast like cash before your a** even touch the grass
haul, gas, 18 dumbalafa
hyphy mixed with crunk call it criphy juice in our trunk
ridin like there aint no tomorrow, blappin motor hot
Got em stuntin, shakin they dreads at the bus stop
talk to me rat, holla, man get at me
clean pimpin, let me suck and twist em ?
Lean wit it, rock like the Franchise Boyz
No choir time, not listenin or makin noise
young gun full of ? playin with the toys
sukisa saki su, sum crazy boy

That s*** go, that go, that go, that go
That go, that go, that go, that go
That s*** go, that go, that go, that go
That go, that go, that go, that go

That s*** wet, then tell me no water
battery fully charged, all night for this winter
Went in the house and left her for the car
Repped Tiger Woods beat 30 points and the par
Put an ? on your shoe baby, get far
Dime piece brizzle, oh for shizzle, cater to a star
They still call me, Chef-Boy-R with a ? jar
Doin all-nighters, ?
?, he went that way
Ba Ba Ba Ba Bad, man we do this e'ry day
Let that go, go somewhere else wit all that
Take this s*** from the tip-top to the way back
Raised in the Oakland City, I was born to mack
Pimp talk from my mouth, words on the track
I shoulda ?, bring my money back
Still shootin with ? how you want that

That s*** go, that go, that go, that go
That go, that go, that go, that go
That s*** go, that go, that go, that go
That go, that go, that go, that go