Papoose - Bars In The Booth lyrics

[Verse] My city so real out of towners wish they was the king of it While the government shut down on their own, that's what I call self destruction My young cousin died on the streets hustling His daughter suffering, wow He didn't live to one day walk her down the isle I'll take his place, I'll be there in a suit and a smile She don't gotta thank me, your daddy was brave He would've did this for me if I was in the grave Haters be sabotaging Disrespect you on a website and call it blogging All up in the comments They say ''he was supposed to save rap from the nonsense'' Fell short, need food for thought, we are starving He's good, his city bad, that's his installment He think he better than his own city, that's preposterous It's a problem my involvement is from Brooklyn to Harlem, they depend on me to solve it Hiding behind a major label fortress Swims in pools of liquor, alcoholic Stuck his neck out like an ostrich, he a moving target 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 ratchet Yeah, dust to dust and ashes to ashes So the snake who k**ed me could walk in laughing By the grace of God I'mma jump up blasting Acting like you built, you'se a f**ed up has-been I dress with a gun talk fashion I'm a monster, s**er [?] I spit America's Most Wanted bars My willpower got more will than a hundred cars I'mma show these n***as how to deal, just cut the cards You'se a co*ks**ing broad, look You got something you wanna get off your chest besides your f**ing bra Stop throwing hints, throw shots, confront it, pa I don't got drama with none of y'all But I hope you n***as k** each other, I don't like neither one of y'all You can go try and get whoever you want involved Tell 'em I'm a problem that they can't f**ing solve Acting like you really thugging hard and bucking crons He thugging because of y'all They put the battery in your back, now you think you a f**ing star Hit you on the back and blow the battery out of your stomach, pa Who died and left them in charge? Carried 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** hugging the block, I'mma have him hugging God Cross me and your heart won't live to beat another throb My gun got fired so much it needed another job I told you in Alphabetic Slaughter I was at large My whole burrough be bucking crons You can't come to Coney Island bumping n***as, you bugging, pa You ain't just brushing pads, n***a, you bumping hard Next time make sure you know who you bumping, pa Most of my Coney Island n***as'll leave you slumped on them bumping cars Stop saying you won't get a n***a who front and rob I don't care if you won't, I would like a lumber yard Every time you see the entourage we come to rob Charge with a barrage, regardless coming hard Hit harder than Bernard, we parked in your garage Your broad's in a menage, hearts becoming large Your dogs is docking, dodge us, your squad is running job Arson grand larceny lancing Bars of pardon in front of y'all Carve a couple scars Harlem, some parts of Yonkers Way across the Bronx and from Cradle to coffin, give a fatal abortion I'm able to off 'em, Brook' Now I'm the [?] buzzing hard Don't cross the reservoir Dog, see you at the next mob, the son of song