Mother Ghetto Papoose

(Intro)
Brooklyn, rise to the occasion
Papoose, PK

(Hook)
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?

(Verse)
All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?
All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?
All the low key OG’s, where yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun
Come and take a walk through my horde, I’ll guide yo vision
When niggas who ain’t ready to die get shot for livin
Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin
But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biscuit
I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes
On Sundays I praise gun plays, that’s my religion
Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm
Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can
Who needs a pot to piss in?
That’s when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison
Wuddup son? Noticed his grill looked kinds different
He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him
I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him
They put the green light out, know how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow
Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come
Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums
Snitches stopping the funds, when they hear the drama they run
So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues
Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife
Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night
I told the last customer yo next time not lite
He knock hard so I cocked back and took his hard knock life