paroles de chanson Wut Yall Gonna Do - Papoose
DJ
Kay
Slay
Drama
King
A
moment
of
silence
for
all
those
that
oppose
Papoose
You
know
what
I'm
sayin'
I
think
ya'll
need
a
little
narration
from
here
to
there,
come
on
I
dont
Know
what
you
niggas
gonna
do
when
Pap
gets
hot
Cause,
man
I
got
everything
that
these
rappers
got
But
this
ain't
rap
money,
na
na
naw
Man,
this
crack
money
and
gat
and
money
What
ya
niggas
gonna
do
when
Pap
gets
hot
Cause
man
I
got
every
drug
that
your
connect
got
But
this
ain't
baking
soda,
na
na
naw
Maan
this
is
straight
coca,
come
buy
some
weight
soldier
What
you
niggas
gonna
do
when
Pap
gets
hot
Cause
I
got
every
gun
that
the
army
got
These
ain't
little
guns,
na
na
naw,
man
these
are
huntin'
guns
You
better
fuckin'
run
I
get
in
drama
I
be
poppin'
See
I
will
pop
in
an
hour,
but
I
do
it
for
my
dogs
I
rock
with
the
Wielers
The
way
im
in
the
hood
gettin'
all
these
thousands
of
dollars
I
think
I
need
to
start
poppin'
my
collar
The
way
I'm
murderin'
these
mixtapes
man,
I'm
overworkin'
you
jokers
I
think
I
need
to
get
some
dirt
off
my
shoulders,
my
shit
is
clean
though
When
it
come
to
gamblin',
I'm
like
Robert
Denerio
Not
in
all
them
dumb
ass
movies,
but
in
Casino
When
it
come
to
hustlin'
I'm
like
Al
Pacino
Not
when
he
was
Scarface
but
when
he
was
Carlito
Like
Wesly
Snipes
but
in
only
in
one
sense
though
Sit
your
five
dollar
ass
down
before
I
make
singles
At
the
end
of
the
movie
y'all
can
never
be
Nino
Fridays
I
snatch
Ice
Cubes
like
I
was
D-Bo
Like
O'Dog
when
they
was
up
in
that
ho
crib
Yo
Papoose
you
strapped,
and
you
know
it
Had
y'all
turn
your
turners
up,
I
got
my
blinkers
on
Cause
this
is
my
turn,
I'ma
turn
it
up
I'd
rather
be
in
Maybac
liftin'
my
curtains
up
Instead
they
got
me
in
the
hood
liftin'
these
burners
up
Cause
man
I
get
tired
of
beatin'
my
workers
up
They
some
uncertain
fucks,
gave
the
nigga
a
bomb
full
of
weed
Ask
me
did
he
mess
up
yes,
he
dropped
he
confessed
I
gave
the
nigga
a
bomb
full
of
crack,
ask
me
did
he
mess
it
up,
yes
He
said
the
cops
chased
him
and
dropped
it
by
the
fence
My
workers
keep
droppin'
my
bombs
I'm
dumb
vexed
This
lil'
nigga
drop
more
bombs
than
Funk
Flex
I
keep
my
eyes
on
them
these
dudes
are
suspect,
got
now
who
wants
next
But
tell
me
why
your
man
tryna
walk
in
them
gangster
shoes
They
not
his
size
Niggas
tryna
get
this
money,
he
tryna
jive
Playin'
with
nigga's
bread,
they
ran
up
behind
his
ride
Instead
of
tryna
go
for
his
gun,
he
tryna
hide
They
told
the
nigga
dont
pull
off,
he
tryna
drive
Beg
for
his
life,
no
kinda
of
pride
Now
he
in
a
hospital,
your
family
standin'
right
by
his
side
Talk
about
him
like
a
dog,
they
act
like
he
not
alive
They
standin'
by
his
bed,
tellin'
all
kind
of
lies
But
now
he
ready
to
give
up,
he
kinda
of
tired
They
talk
about
he
passed
away,
I'm
not
suprised
Ya'll
talkin'
about
pullin'
the
plug,
that's
why
he
died
Your
other
man
got
hit
too,
that
guy
survived,
but
he
ain't
tryna
ride
He
got
an
exit
wound
on
his
arm,
two
exit
wounds
by
his
thigh
Exit
wound
by
his
side,
he
told
me
he
had
a
bullet
stuck
up
in
his
body
Why
he
lie,
that
nigga
got
more
exits
than
a
Audi
'95
These
lil'
niggas
runnin'
around
actin'
like
young
bullies
But
y'all
lil'
niggas
don't
think
you
dumb
rookies
Violate
them
other
dudes,
but
I'm
a
tough
cookie
Ain't
a
nigga
alive
can
tell
you
he
punk
really
I
will
put
the
gun
in
son
hoody
But
that
will
be
statutory
rape
if
I
fuck
with
a
young
pussy
If
he
had
the
will
power
to
front
than
would
he,
I'd
break
his
will
like
police
I
used
to
rock
a
black
sherlin,
used
jeans,
with
fat
word
hymns,
started
caps
to
match
With
the
black
curve
brim,
I
came
up
in
the
era
that
crack
burst
in
Used
to
stash
them
jacks
in
my
black
work
Timbs
Nigga
head
up
or
shut
up,
or
scrap
words
then
Shit
was
mad
worse
then,
but
if
we
had
word
with
each
other
Neither
of
one
of
us
clapped
murked
then
I'd
just
tap
a
herb
chin,
cause
when
I
set
fire
to
their
ass
Soon
as
I
put
that
work
in,
he
runnin'
to
the
cops
screamin'
Pap
burnt
him
But
if
he
keep
frontin,
I'll
react
worse
then
I
feel
like
my
mind
snap,
I
was
that
certain
Cause
niggas
let
something
as
simple
as
that
hurt
them
Whoever
around
they
frontin
for
that
person
They
alway
got
to
try
and
get
the
last
words
in
Thats
why
I
kill
niggas,
make
em
your
last
words
then
I
watch
you
basketball
players
passin'
your
rocks
Watch
all
you
football
players
tackle
and
block
Listened
to
you
rappers
talk
about,
stackin'
your
gwop
Blastin'
your
shots,
crack
on
your
block,
flashin'
your
watch
I
got
the
key,
who
said
the
Big
Apple
was
locked
So
what
y'all
gonna
do
when
Pap
get
hot
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