Papoose - Back On My Bullsh** (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Any n***a, any n***a been throwin' shade or hatin' in the last 3 years, f** 'em Yeah, we sh**tin' on you right now We ain't givin' no pa**es, yeah, you p**y Bang, ha, bang n***as still got the same car from my Trilla album, what? [Verse 1: Papoose] This summer, I'm only ridin' in convertibles, son I'm signed to MMG, money, murder and guns Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time 'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct Quit yappin', you ain't packin' a mean grip Automatic with 3 clips You rap with no reason Stacked with some mean chips I spent a rack on a clean whip Backin' it back with a key flip [?] back and [?] man, don't have to believe it Married the queen chick She be keepin' her king lit I be likin' her cleavage Clappin' up leaches When they ratchet, I leak it [?] That's when I'm reachin' You paraplegic [?] Automatic, Master P but you get defeated with the mafia like the 3 6 The kingpin have an actual reason to stop you maggots from breathin' No casa fire, how it's pacifier, fire arms, fire chromes when you rappers exceeded Trappin' and eatin', got 'em back on the defence, I be havin' 'em speechless Fire flashin', got 'em [?], feelin' shots but I gotta see it [Chorus: Jaquae] This time I ain't playing fair I'ma take what's mine I want more money, more part, goddamn n***a, it's about that time I'm back on my bullsh** I'm back on my bullsh** I said I'm back on my bullsh** I'm back on my bullsh**, hey [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Met Pap in '96, fresh off the bus Residue in my raps from holdin' dust I didn't wanna in case I made her touch her toes We touchin' money but really, who touch the most? We on the corner with my slugs poppin' wheelies We never run 'cause we know who run the city She on the train just to let us run the train Who do the body, I'ma give that boy a chain Hustler, I got it tatted on my neck 20 deal Presidents tatted across my chest [?] now they say that boy the best Tell us what you know 'cause you don't get no respect I pa** it to Papoose out on a fast break Her p**y can never be better than what's in my ashtray Bang, biggest Her p**y can never be better than what's in my ashtray [Chorus: Jaquae] This time I ain't playing fair I'ma take what's mine I want more money, more part, goddamn n***a, it's about that time I'm back on my bullsh** I'm back on my bullsh** I said I'm back on my bullsh** I'm back on my bullsh**, hey [Outro: Rick Ross] Ayo, Pap, remember when we met at the 5 villains photoshoot? Like yo, ain't no 5 Philly villains, n***a We the future of the rap game Future of the culture We the biggest We shook hands then, homie See it in my eyes then, n***a, let's go