Mixtape Murder - Papoose

This Is Mixtape Murder I Say Some Of The Illest Shit They Herd Off!

They Betta Off Going To Get They Burner!

This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder!

This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!!

-Its Street-Sweeper To The Death On You Bastards

When I Die Put A Street-Sweeper In My Casket And Close It

Just Let Me Lay There With The Rachet.

Yeah

Dust To Dust & Ashes To Ashes… So The Snake Who Killed Me

Could Walk In Acting -By The Grace Of God I’m Jump Up Blasting

Acting Like You Build You’s A Fucked Up 'hasbeen I Dress With A Gun Tuck

Fashion.

!I'm A Monster Son Of Raw!

-I Spit Americas Most Wanted Bars My Will-Power Got More

Will Than 100cars I’m Show This Niggas How To Deal Just Cuase Of Cards You’s A

Cock-Sucking Brawd Look.

You Got Something You Wanna Get Off Your Chest

Besides Your Fucking Bra?

Stop Throwing Hits

Throw Shots Confront It 'poau

I Dont Got Drama With None Of Ya’ll But I Hope You Niggas Kill Each Other I

Dont Like Neither One Of Ya’ll!!!

-You Could Go Try Get Who Ever You Want Invole Tell’em Im A Problem That They

Can’t Fucking Solve, Acting Like You Really Thuging Hard

And Buckin Cons He Thuging Becuase Of Ya’ll They Put The Battery In Ya Back Now

You Think You A Fucking Star…

!Hit You In Your Back And Blow The Battery Outta Ya Stomach’poau!

Who Died?-Left Them In Charge

Carry So Many Hoods On My Shoulders I Need Somebody To Give Me A Massage

-Selling Jars Of Weed?

If He Pull Out Another Jar.

Fuck Huging The Block.

«Ama Have Him Huging God!»

Cross Me Your Heart To Won’t Live To Beat Another

Throbe My Gun Got Fired So Much It Need Another Job

I Told You In Alphabetical Slaughter I Was’nt Large My Whole Borough Be Buckin

Cons Yo Can’t Walk Tru Coney Island Bumping Niggas You Buggin 'poau You Ain’t

Just Brushing Pass Niggas You Bumping Hard

Next Time You Make Sure You Know Who You Bumping 'poau Most Of My Coney Island

Niggas Will Leave You Slumpt On A Bucket Cars…

Stop Saying You Won’t Get A Nigga Who Front & Rob I Dont Care If You Won’t I

Wood (Would) Like A Lumber Yard!

-Evertime You See The Entourage We Come To Rob

-Charged With Aborah

-Reguardless Cuase Its Hard

-Hit Harder Than Bernard

-We Parked In Your Garage

-Your Brawds In A Manuge

-Hearts Become Enlarged

-Your Dogs Is Duck & Dodge

-Your Squadgers Running Jaw

-Arson Grand Larceny Larsen Rip Bars- Apart In Font Of Ya’ll

-Compare Color, Scars

-Harlem Sold Parts Of Yonkers Way Across The Bronx & From Strait

To The Coffin Give 'em Fatal Abortion I’m Able To Off 'em Brooknam

The Puasing’s Buzzing Hard Dont Cross The Reservoir Dogs See You In The

Next Morgue.

Decent Of Song.

What???

This Is Mixtape Murder I Say Some Of The Illest Shit They Herd Off!

They Betta Off Going To Get They Burner!

This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Spit-Strait Murder!

This Is Mixtape Murder, Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!!

-Papoose