Papoose - 6 Foot 7 Freestyle lyrics

Papoose papoose Im the greatest ever Cakeing hella chasing devils wave beretas Making fellas face dilemmas Bake'em down to satan seller Man i get it shaking with a rapper bet you they surrender Stomp'em with the male ugg boots u can taste the leather Let dice shake with tremors bet u i can try'em better Headcrack ace'em never uhh uhh pay the cheddar Master what u ain't remember Champion like a lakers member Colder than a late december Hit the bank n shake the teller Your girl be chasing n***as say she needs a babysitter Sending me them naked pictures return straight to sender Coming with a straight vendetta You about as fake as ......... Banging since i play with sega Eating since the regan era Man im of the wall like street fighter play with vega Got the nickel play whatever You a bird ill flame your feathers Im the crime ...... better find their protector Run'em over on the track shoulda shine they reflectors Im a wise brave inventor brooklyn mindstate projector Quick to vibrate your section Make the migrate respect us Ever violate the mecca of the rhyme stays professor Ill apply a place to pressure then annihilate your lecture We tri state profectors with some high rate investors While them guys pay for pleasure We arrive take the treasure Mush your pop face heffa off a sky scrapper n tell her you should try praying for better like the guy mase n betha Im the .... day collector redefine the face of terror Bring the helicopters out make'em fly they propellers Life is like a game of chess while u guys playing checkers Hesitate to smoke a dutch if the kind ain't Vanilla Hustling bustling struggling juggling doubling He's blundering mumbling fumbling s**ers is stuttering The ruckus i brung you is tuff as a puzzle is puzzling Busting your bubble you stuck in a huddle they huddling He rough and he mellow a thug or he thorough they wondering Come to the burrel is such a rebudle ill muscle'em Catch you on fulton n franklyn ill touch you and tuck it in Come off the shuttle and run threw the tunnel im trouble son Cutchu your blood in a puddle so sudden is floodering in front of your mom ...... ...... with a slug is discoloring This grave is for you I dug wit a shovel and shoved'em in d**h is become to you Your soul is above you is hovering Blood on my chucks he buckled I chuckle im chuckleling Im humble revenge I love you He stumble i punished him Your bones can tumble im thunderous Since you say u wanna rumble in the jungle The jungle go f**ing . . . .