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game that nigga you was tellin' me about from California I'mma handle him in the flesh Salute to Jim Jones, salute to Juelz Santana Everybody who embraced me man, it take real To recognize real DJ Enuff, Sunny, Clue, Green Latern I'mma this one for y'all man Check it [Verse 1:] The big homie met a lot rappers and artists who could sing But he chose Papoose cause he had a [dream] Now the name of my album is the Nacirema [Dream] Straight into rotation monopoly's the theme I wrote Monopoly to show the people my mind's great We gon rise like the crime rate United States is not 52 states, I'mma tell you just why it ain't It's 53 states if you count my mindstate The mirror ain't show me 2005 face I'm just gettin' started, I wrote these rhymes in 9-8 Straight tru is drugs that make me hateful You don't understand what they put my mindstate through I wanna smoke witch'ya lame crew Cause sometimes when I blaze a L it make me wanna blaze you Hennessy's an enemy when I drink it straight through Probably shake you Letras de cancionesI taste blood when I taste brew Snakes prey on rats from the streets to the state zoo That mean you a rat if you let a snake, snake you Turn ya back and I'mma have to lace you But don't call me a backstabber, I'll stab you in your face too It just stopped raining, so the weather is kinda damp We tryin' ta make a couple links, me and my camp Police wanna rush us so they drive by and glance Every fiend I've seen, I licked him like a stamp The mother weight sellers givin' work in advance But it's garbage so you gettin' jerked in advance Now in the first you gotta reimburse grants Say Pap comin', they murk in advance They leave like a tree when I come, none of them herbs gotta chance Cause they know I keep birds on me like a branch They hatin' but we ride right up on 'em like a ramp They run like it's ants in they pants These rappers always sayin' they the champ Until you pull out the 4-4 and sit it on his chest like a lamp Real gangbangers is what they is for life Why they fake niggaz switch they stripes Yesterday you was a blood but you flip tonight You like that shit that killed Superman, cause you a +krip-tonite,+ Road rage, niggaz be gettin me that fanned When drivers cut me off I wanna clap land So nigga was drivin' that new cadillac grand He cut me off then black-fled I pulled up on him with the screwface that nigga dropped his fat hand Cause I +screw+ +drivers+ like +Phillips+ and +flathead+ I don't drop pills but the haze on me You like an empty gas tank, you on E Challenge me for some bread, you can't afford me Get crossed out, you crossed me Let's do it on +the Drama Hour+, but don't start yellin' A lot of you yellow belly ass niggaz is yellow like lemons When I spit off ya melon Slay gon say 1-800-223-9797 Lousy slouch, yeah by the thous we count But my money long enough to buy route these out Go get ya clout renounced A drunk person speak with a sober mind, so why pounce an ouki out Lot of people counted me out So if you got your +Thug-A-Cation+ identification have ya ID's out All these loud mouth rappers tryin' to drown me out I hear him mumbling I doubt if he can knock me out Listen if he doubt he doubt Let him keep actin' like a boxer, I'mma knock his mouthpiece out This is for all of y'all who don't wanna recognize real You makin' me stronger because I exercise skills The eyes never lie, the naked eye's real That's why it take real to recognize real [Talking:] Papoose, Thug-A-Cation Let's go man Most versatile Most ambitious The most dangerous.... MC on this mother fuckin' planet... From Letras Mania