Papoose - Welcome 2 My Hood lyrics

Shout out to Khaled on this joint right here Thugga, Brooklyn, Pa-poose Pa-poose Verse: They be in the back of Manhattan They sippin' daiquiris They be dressin' casual huh? I give 'em casualties My faculty actually stack wit me Get the salary King of The Big Apple I'm The Big Apple ya majesty Gun battle I clap 'til his Adam's Apple bleed Catch them n***as slippin' N' hit 'em in front of Applebee's Got the tricciest cavalry Every semi is actually Next to milli's my ratchets be In some serious galleries I get furious rapidly Got the bliccety gat wit me My affiliates blast fo me Cause ya city catastrophe Hit a curious cat wit three Give a idiot agony Rude boy like Bobby Konders, Jabba in Ma**ive B Witty his family We get busy in tragedy You see Remi in bacc of me We like Mickey n' Mallory I reign supreme A mean machine In the seem of my jeans Bring the thing You seen the beam I lean your regime Cut ya hair N' clean ya beam Blow your brains on the sidewalk I seen your dreams Ask you "What's your favorite movie?" like that scene in Scream Then stick the heavy machete in between ya spleen You disappear when I swing these things Cuz I know Magic like Gilbert Arenas team Pull strings for cream The queen in the bing The king on the scene Scheme for green from spring to spring Had to sling the thing So I could bling the ring It's big enough to hold a boxin' match Ding ding Give the critics hell Spit it well Lit a L Then prevail As a inmate in a cell I get high as a prison bail Timid pale n***as frail When they like to kiss n' tell Dicc long as a lizard tail So I make the women yell Bust nutts like Chip n' Dale Scratches on my bacc Cuz she dig her nails I get mo head n' tail than a wishin' well Got a gut feelin' that you could take me to spit a shell Homie we could settle that gut feelin' like ginger ale Leave yo body wit a smell Cops'll never get the trail Make a sharp turn on Riverdale Shoot like the Dallas Mavericks Pack the wallets Apparatus Pa** the paccage Bags the fattest Pa** ya status Had the baddest lavish palace Flash the karats Then I brandish the hammers Hit them savage average maggot f*ggot rappers In the cabbage n' vanish Every pa**enger's acid So I jus laugh at them ba*tards Rocc 'em to sleep My mob is too deep I be handin' havoc Click clack it in traffic N' let the pa**engers have it Give you half of them Clipse Like Pusha T wit no Malice A Brooklyn G wit no stylist Kush n' cheese in my jacket I be tossin' the ratchet All you be tossin' is salad Understand this.. I run the planet I brung the cannon I come to damage None'll manage Some'll panic Others frantic Got a tough advantage Man I give you a knuckle sandwich Make you touch the canvas Wit yo head in a f**in' bandage Headin' up Atlantic Go to Gleason's like Ralph Kramden Man I'm outstandin' Never strike without plannin'