Papoose - Current Events lyrics

[Verse One] n***as ain't ready to ride no more They used to try to keep it real, now they don't even try no more They don't represent the 'Stuy no more Ever since Big died, nobody Ready To Die no more They don't get murdered when they testify no more They just tell the whole truth, they don't lie no more They don't sell real lah no more When you smoke the same weed it don't even get you high no more They ain't loyal to they connect, not no more They just cop one time and they don't buy no more Can't listen to music when you drive no more Cause they don't make thinking music for the mind no more 50 Cent ain't got beef with Ja no more Jay-Z ain't got beef with Nas no more Too friendly, ain't no competitive side no more Rap game boring, it ain't even live no more [Scratch Hook] {x2} "Here it is, step into my biz With the free flow steelo, head crack like ceelo" "I'm a winner, spit heavy rotation for the gangsta nation Got no time for wa*kstas" [Verse Two] I said I'm better than Jigga cause I'm better than Jigga I ain't no rookie to this sh**, I'm a veteran spitter I grew up with jooks men, good fellas and k**ers My homies catch a case, man I send letters to n***as I ain't hating, but I ain't get no bread with them n***as I feel like it should've been me instead of them n***as I wish the doctors and paramedics was quicker Cause I'm sick with this sh**, I need my medicine n***a n***as talking indirect, I step to them n***as I wouldn't give a motherf** if it was ten of them n***as Head crack six n***as, I'm on a six man spree Your girl think you a gangsta, I think that b**h can't see n***as say they gon' hit me, your whole clique fear me I get your hit man hit up, they call me "Hit Man P" You the best in the city, I'm screaming "This can't be." You ain't no f**ing gorilla, you just a chimpanzee [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three] I'm a philosopher, popular for just popping impostors up Rising like the mercury inside a thermometer You say you off the meter, they lied to ya I'm a thousand more times off the meter like a f**ing kilometer I'm not a big enough star? What are you astronomers? Swallow a hollow cause you ain't promised tomorrow bro Bloggers and bothers, Twitter following followers I'm co*king a chopper to pop shots like photographers My third eye focusing like I watch with binoculars Drug money in my sneakers, foam posit depositer The coppers be watching but I ain't stopping, I'm tired of ya Middle finger to camera while they watching the monitors Smoke ganja from Florida when I roll a blunt I hold a blunt To my mouth like the player hold a harmonica Can't stop the drama there ain't no hiding bro I Barack Obama/Osama Bin Laden ya [Scratch Hook]