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Victory 2007 Lyrics

Papoose – Victory 2007

[Intro]
If I made a title that offend the whole industry
Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?
If I came out dissing everyone of ya'll
Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?
If I said I was retiring but never left
Would ya'll all show me love when I come back?
If I ran the streets for the past two years
Would you respect me or would you say fuck Pap?
Yo where my thugs at?
Cock ya guns back
My headphones aint loud yo turn up the track

[Papoose]
Ok bump that
Homie I run rap
I add on to the game you niggas subtract
Yo where my bloods at?
Throw it up blat
Yo where my cuz at?
He cut you, cut him back
They said they tough cats
But they some rugrats
I drop them off on the block and make them pump packs
Only a couple stacks
He tried to duck Pap
I sent a shot at his ass
And told him duck that

{Chorus 2x}
Ayo bump that
Bump this
Stay hot
Whats this
He broke
He rich
Homie we run this
It's a new era
Your heart pumping in fear
2007 the god number is here

[Papoose]
The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken
So when I'm at full power you're gonna be a weakling
If my heart still beating
And my lungs still breathing
My brain still thinking
Aint none of ya'll eating
Over my dead body and my blood still bleeding
I'm a rap rebel
Clap with black metal
Look into my eyes, realize what Pap symbol
-lize the wiseguy pride is that visual
Nah I dont slap high five with you
Hindsight guys
Its not my vibe
You just not my size
I cock my 9
Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times
I cock pistols back and clap missles
Black its that simple

{Chorus 2x}

[Papoose]
The cops keep printin' me
Each of them bums
Bending up my index finger and squeezing my thumb
I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done
The new finger printing machines in the precent is dumb
Through the speakers I come
With the weed in my lungs
You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?
They scheming on you
And you scheming on them
Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one
Hell of a big pussy why you beefing with son?
He keep tapping you
Telling you they reached for a gun
But he lying he just lookin for a reason to run
Ever catch you on the block
Like you slinging some chums
I beat you like them African boys be beatin them drums
Why would I start eating with them and they starving
Might as well say im feeding these bums
I don't like them niggas
I be talking greasy to them
They say Pap a slick talker
That boy got grease on his tongue
I'm the real beast from the east, I'm not done
The most official spitting the swift musician
Thats if you listen
Its a simple mission
If his crew missing thats his decision
Cause my intuition and inner vision
Its benefiting all my men and women
Who doing bids in the mental prison
But if you wishing to get the griping and since you triping
We gonna blast till it's the end and clash
With quick collision
Cut you from ear to ear
Give incisions
Eat your food like it's nutrition
Fuck up ya wig like sick beauticions
I can give you wisdom
Cause its tradition
But if you dissin'
I can switch positions
Put missles in him with quick precision
Don't care if it's linen or if its denim
I grip the lemon
Squeeze hit up my enemies
Rip them put venom in them...