[Hook x2: Lloyd Banks]
Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than Papoose
Longer than Pap, longer, longer than Pap
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Straight out the big apple it's Papoose and the Mobb
The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs
At the dice game, keep a mag on me
Why would I let another man ask bet me
I'm the best like Khaled, I bang if I should
A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood
So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers
When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your boogers
I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry
Papoose be killing the mic like Doctor Murray
King of New York, cop the caliber
My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar
Why everybody out of character?
They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a catheter
Champion, I'm not ya challenger
Stop amateurs like the sandman, Banks how we handle em?
[Hook x2: Lloyd Banks]
Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than Papoose
Longer than Pap, longer, longer than Pap
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
[Verse 2: Havoc]
I'mma carry the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya
[?] Nigga you a target misser
The wrath of God will hit ya, with a horror picture
Call this rap takeout, you know Mobb deliver
Too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardbord
Handle that now, nigga ain't no encores
[?] a little heavy, so it leave the arm sore
Y'all want war, gave you what you starve for
All my shooters buy products of the worst recession
Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vestsCause that shit right there, is irrelevant
Niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant
So your next move better be your best move
Like a chess move or get yo chest moved
Cause when we come through you better have ya guns too
Cause all we do is (aim shoot) all we do is (aim shoot)
[Hook 2x: Lloyd Banks]
Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than Papoose
Longer than Pap, longer, longer than Pap
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to
The drought is done, it's rain season
You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)
It's gonna pour cats and dogs
Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off
When I black out make you miss me like
Nigga, where you been at? Word
Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring
They look like punks and act like a woman
You need danger, a little agression
You need excitement I put a little pressure
Just to, balance things out, we're not the same
Some niggas is live, some niggas is lame
Some is real or some is fake
You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?
[Hook x2: Lloyd Banks]
Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than Papoose
Longer than Pap, longer, longer than Pap
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Papoose, aim, shoot
Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than Papoose
Longer than Pap, longer, longer than Pap