Papoose - Address Me As Mister (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo Kayslay, Papoose (huh) I finna cook some sh** in the kitchen with ya'll n***as Let's go [Busta Rhymes] Busa Bus and Papoose will come and really hurt this I f** you n***as up, see none of you n***as serve a purpose I hook on n***as like Kareem and jail em like Julius servants See these n***as powerless on how we reemarges So deserving of the title, crown it, whatever you call it And though you n***as was havin fun, see we come to spoil it Treatin n***as like the sh** they are, flush em down the toilet b**h see you can't afford it, see I'm advising you to forfeit Gotta come up off it, homie what you doin ain't that importent See we don't need what you got plus the street don't want it Yo Pap come get these n***as and slap them across the face With some more venomous rap, spike the strappers up on our waist When we in the place, I know you know he we do this n***a If you think you new muthaf**a, I'm the newest n***a With the newest money, with the newest album, the newest label The newest cars, cribs, roll chains, used to call them cable New commercial landscapes, get me a new stable of b**hes Their thoroughbreds, I'm meticulous and very an*l About how I'm gonna strike and attack you cus I'm able And give it to you n***as back and white like I'm interracial And continue to keep it lyrical just to make them hate you Sometimes make me so cynical until I come and stick you Stick a pitch fork in em, watch while I come to take them up To another level, if you sleep, we came to wake em up [Chrous: Busta Rhymes] See you might get a blister when we give you the heat Better address me as mister, see me in the streets Mr. Papoose, Mr. Busa Bus, this is grown man sh** Repect n***as like they born with it The hood they always talk with it (you hear them talkin about us?) But we the top rank, flawless in our weight cla** You n***as don't really want problems, see every time we come with it sh** is obvious, you muthaf**as straight a** [Papoose] Papoose, you can call me Mr. Clientele My mixtapes make more sales the Nextel I ain't hard to find, they know where I dwell, hell Never been a chubby n***as, I'm skinny like twelve 12s You had that c**aine for so long it smells stale I make hell sales, my caine GOAT like LL Rip the smif n wessun with quick aggression And get the reppin, rip the n***a's neck in Bang his head in and cave his chest in less than sixty seconds Spit the weapon through his intestines Hit the exit, can't get arrested, it's pig infested Got sick obsessions, for walking in n***a's sessions I make illest efforts to disrespect em with different gestures My wisdom threatens these wicked peasants with ill intentions He said he was laying in the cut, but sh**'s infected I got disprefected, I am the sheppard, so spin the record I'm representin for this profession I ressurrected I'm giving belssings within the lessons of his intentions This is the essence of my lyrics brethren, Busta Rhymes is a living legend I don't know what you acting like you're heartless for When you know that you're a target like the department store Cus Justo gave me the crown, and ya'll knew it My song's ruthless, your bars truthless, it's all foolish Fill you with embaldment fluid, this is ex con music I'm like the Van ???, I'll show you how a con do it [Hook] [Raekwon] Blood on the Chef's hatchet, I'm here for the action k** a hundred n***as with aspirins and piss in they caskets 4-5s rip through your gla**es, all mine, Mr. Gymnastics Gimme more time, or visit the blasters Cus I'm starving, hungry for cla**y, I'm dead up your la**y See it's nothing, press a few bu*tons, the city's diasaster Ayo anthrax em and axe em with sianide acid Choke em out, escape in the cold and left through Lake Placid Stop fronting, know you a pastor, you know I'm a master I'm like six sixes in traffic, you n***as is taxes, hardbodies come Through jura**ics It's all about mausberg lugers, loadin them rachets, blow them like napkins Cus I'm elevated at the top of my flowest power The m-o stay young, fly, and rish like ?raw child? With transaction, grandmaction, n***as on the stove maxin Throw a thousand birds off the road, while my soldiers catch it Playin all the lobbies, the Gotti's the red Mazaratis My colleagues will blow something, show you Karate We know the code, pot, X and parties, the live section Keep him on his toes, take off them chromes and pa** them to mami Cus the feds around us, watchin us, ?Gottis? is everybody's laundry We could prbably get more if we hunting, probably We hang n***as, bang pistols, take a piece of your finger Same whistle, you better respect it cus my name sizzle [Hook]