pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
[Verse 2: Papoose]
All I got is my word and my nuts; man, I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin' in my drawers
Always talking about "you balling;" look, you want to ball?
Word on the streets: nikkas is ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
I shoot my TEC high--I keep a high TEC like the producer
Pap rip the desi 'til that clip is empty
Man, I have black buried in the cemetery
Go ahead, get your fetti, but you better tell, homes
Messing with me, you'll get black-buried like a cell phone
Punks pay dues, not me, I pay attention
Call it "New York" cause we keep reinventin'
All I got is my word and my nuts; man, I got Brooklyn in my balls
So you could see Bed-Stuy if you lookin' in my drawers
Always talking about "you balling;" look, you want to ball?
Word on the streets: nikkas is ready to put you on the wall
You just a leg shooter, you aim your gun low
I shoot my TEC high--I keep a high TEC like the producer
Pap rip the desi 'til that clip is empty
Man, I have black buried in the cemetery
Go ahead, get your fetti, but you better tell, homes
Messing with me, you'll get black-buried like a cell phone
Punks pay dues, not me, I pay attention
Call it "New York" cause we keep reinventin'
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