Papoose - Shot Caller lyrics

[Intro] This is the remix Papoose.. [Verse 1] I k**ed the Otis beat by myself, I didn't need no help I'm the champ in New York, I don't need no belt You tryin' to be a gangsta, you should free yourself Cause when you look up in that mirror you gonna see yourself She want a top baller, shot caller, you a cop caller While your money got shorter mines got a lot taller She gave me her number, I did not call her Cause she got some messed up feet, put some socks on her Think you got a hot corner, I carry block warmers That's word to my daughter, n***as follow my order Flaunt it paw, you be here today and be gone tomorro' I shoot the car, turn the superstar to a photo star You never know when you gonna get locked on them corners paw In case I see central booking I keep me a calling card sh** it real, I'm from down the hill like Lauren paw I catch you slippin' I'm going to back you down for that Audemars Hip Hop music, the love of my life Every word crystal clear, motherf**er I'm nice If you see me on the stage, we nothin' a like You sound like a officer, you be cuffin' the mic How you gonna tell me I' wrong if I leave something bloody If I ask them for my money and he say what money No hesitation I'm a off him Cause you suppose to answer a question with a answer, not with another question He don't pay it, beat the bread out him Stomp him 'till I got red on my shoes, now that's what I call red bottom They dropped the case on Dominique Strauss Kahn Is it cause the case weak or his money strong Casey Anthony acquitted, but she k**ed her baby Moammar Gadhafi, they labeled him crazy He gave Farrakhan 5 million in the eighties That's a major contribution to the black babies n***as used to get money on ever corner Now you see em on the highway selling water They say the got Saddam 'casue he cause terror But I say they did the same thing to Noriega He used to work for them snakes as a dope seller Guess who robbin' us all blind, the Rockefellers Earthquake in New York, feel the tremors H-A-A-R-P, be more clever I'm a articulate, smart lyricist, arch nemesis Y'all witnesses, all witness, the God k**in' this Hard livin' is God given, for y'all privileges Enough shots for all y'all, I'm bartendin' this Y'all kiddin' when y'all spit them boring sentences Your lost image is all timid, you talk gibberish Understand why Gary Coleman gonna Todd Bridges this What the f** you talkin' bout Willis, pure ignorance Y'all snitches meet long pistols, is y'all listening Y'all snitches is forbidden from all premises