Lyrics Faith - Papoose
(Intro)
I
believe
I
believe
I
believe
I
believe
(Verse)
I'm
feelin
grouchy,
saucy,
hungry
Rolocini,
new
sex,
lookin
for
bruised
necks
and
blondies
Won't
make
em
baby
mommies,
I
just
wan
em
to
swallow
me
Sometimes
that
be
the
only
thing
that
calms
me
Police
be
actin
like
Starsky
and
Hutch
These
fucks
scheming
so
they
could
charge
me
Cops
needs
colors
so
they
could
feel
bossy
You
tryna
get
yo
colors
up,
you
think
you
Fonzy?
I
eat
a
lot
of
fish
and
parsley
Green
vegetables,
sweet
peas
and
broccoli
Drink
a
lot
of
water
so
it
could
wash
me
My
homie
told
me
stop
eatin
rappers,
he
tryna
starve
me
I
ain't
startin
trouble
but
pardon
me
Rappers
get
a
little
hard
and
start
actin
cocky
Maury
Povich
need
to
swab
me
These
dudes
used
to
be
my
sons
like
Charles
Barclay
You
think
you
Scarface?
I
bet
the
shower
to
you
Get
rid
of
Tony
like
mellow
in
a
maldy
Man,
that's
word
to
Gadhafi
Your
war
stories
put
me
to
sleep,
I
need
some
coffee
Bragging
bout
old
work,
that's
beyond
me
You
ain't
put
in
no
work
since
a
tardy
Man,
you
washed
like
the
laundry
You
a
ex
murderer
like
Ashanti
The
back
of
the
club,
that's
where
the
gods
be
Being
all
that
we
could
be,
me
and
my
army
They
said
I
can't
rock
a
party
Give
me
the
mike,
I'm
a
rocket,
they
better
launch
me
My
music
is
judged
harshly
Everybody
making
comments,
they
wanna
blog
me
Knowledge
of
the
game
they
posses
hardly
I
call
em
a
bunch
of
meatheads
like
Archie
Haters
say
they
wanna
stomp
me
I
know
how
to
weave
and
bob,
no
Marley
Dig
my
way
up
out
of
a
grave
if
I
get
bodied
Dug
er,
dug
er,
they
better
bury
me
under
concrete
Yea,
king
of
New
York
Yea
yea,
I'm
the
king
of
New
York
Yea
yea,
king
of
New
York
Yea
nigga,
I'm
the
king
of
New
York
1 Intro
2 Motion Picture
3 Mother Ghetto
4 Aim Shoot
5 Cure (Skit)
6 Cure
7 Nacirema Dream
8 Pimpin Won't Die
9 6am
10 Law Library Part 8
11 Whats My Name
12 Top of My Game
13 Faith
14 Turn It Up
15 Die Like a G
16 Get At Me
17 R.I.P.
18 Alphabetical Slaughter, Pt. II / Z to A
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