Papoose - Mixtape Murder lyrics

(feat. Thug-A-Cation) Papoose Street Sweeper Ent This Is Mixtape Murder I Say Some Of The Illest sh** They Herd Off! They Betta Off Going To Get They Burner! This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder! This Is Mixtape Murder,Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!! -Its Street-Sweeper To The d**h On You ba*tards When I Die Put A Street-Sweeper In My Casket And Close It Just Let Me Lay There With The Rachet..Yeah Dust To Dust & Ashes To Ashes...So The Snake Who k**ed Me Could Walk In Acting -By The Grace Of God I'm Jump Up Blasting Acting Like You Build You's A f**ed Up 'hasbeen 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 Than 100cars I'm Show This n***as How To Deal Just Cuase Of Cards You's A co*k-s**ing Brawd Look.. You Got Something You Wanna Get Off Your Chest Besides Your f**ing Bra? Stop Throwing Hits Throw Shots Confront It 'poau I Dont Got Drama With None Of Ya'll But I Hope You n***as k** Each Other I Dont Like Neither One Of Ya'll!!! -You Could Go Try Get Who Ever You Want Invole Tell'em Im A Problem That They Can't f**ing Solve,Acting Like You Really Thuging Hard And Buckin Cons He Thuging Becuase Of Ya'll They Put The Battery In Ya Back Now You Think You A f**ing Star... !Hit You In Your Back And Blow The Battery Outta Ya Stomach'poau! Who Died?-Left Them In Charge Carry So Many Hoods On My Shoulders I Need Somebody To Give Me A Ma**age -Selling Jars Of Weed? If He Pull Out Another Jar.. f** Huging The Block.."Ama Have Him Huging God!" Cross Me Your Heart To Won't Live To Beat Another Throbe My Gun Got Fired So Much It Need Another Job I Told You In Alphabetical Slaughter I Was'nt Large My Whole Borough Be Buckin Cons Yo Can't Walk Tru Coney Island Bumping n***as You Buggin 'poau You Ain't Just Brushing Pa** n***as You Bumping Hard Next Time You Make Sure You Know Who You Bumping 'poau Most Of My Coney Island n***as Will Leave You Slumpt On A Bucket Cars... Stop Saying You Won't Get A n***a Who Front & Rob I Dont Care If You Won't I Wood(Would) Like A Lumber Yard! -Evertime You See The Entourage We Come To Rob -Charged With Aborah -Reguardless Cuase Its Hard -Hit Harder Than Bernard -We Parked In Your Garage -Your Brawds In A Manuge -Hearts Become Enlarged -Your Dogs Is Duck & Dodge -Your Squadgers Running Jaw -Arson Grand Larceny Larsen Rip Bars- Apart In Font Of Ya'll -Compare Color,Scars -Harlem Sold Parts Of Yonkers Way Across The Bronx & From Strait To The Coffin Give 'em Fatal Abortion I'm Able To Off 'em Brooknam The Puasing's Buzzing Hard Dont Cross The Reservoir Dogs See You In The Next Morgue ..Decent Of Song.. What??? This Is Mixtape Murder I Say Some Of The Illest sh** They Herd Off! They Betta Off Going To Get They Burner! This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder! This Is Mixtape Murder,Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!! -Papoose