Motion Picture Papoose

[Intro]
(Car drives up, engine turns off)
"Yo Pap, yo son
What you doing out here this late, son?"
"Hey, nothing I came to the twenty-four-hour store and all that
Out here, fucking playing dice with these niggas, man"
"Hey you know my style, man
I’m just making it rain in the golden lady
I'm about to take it in, man"
"Yeah, me too, man"
"Yeah, it’s like four in the morning, man
Take it in, dog"
"It’s four o’clock? Yeah I'll go get some rest"

[Verse 1]
Hey-yo, I left the corner four in the morning
Henny’d up, hit the crib, tumbled down the stairs
Pick me up
Overheard my own people planning to hit me up
And they ain’t even know I was listening, silly fucks
"Papoose be stunting; yo, son, tear his kidneys up
And clap him on the top of his head, that’s if he ducks"
I dug in my pockets so I could load the milli up
And all I felt was Phillies blunts, I’m pissy drunk
Body me, how can it be? We blood brothers
We hid behind the same cars when slugs hovering
We talked about the future and rising above hunger
But now you've got envisions of making this thug suffer
Thinking--what could’ve made him flip?
Is he a Blood, and he think I’m Crip?
Is he in love and I hit his chick?
No time to think; creep like a night burglar
‘Cause for my life I'll incite murder, vice versa
I bust through the door ready to let my iron boom
I’mma turn this livin' room to the dyin' room
Turn the bathroom to the blastroom
Bedroom to the deadroom
Plain left 'em red, dead, doom