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License To Kill
Papoose
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I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
Got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em (I'm liable to rob)
Got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
I got a black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuck Tims
Enough to confuse any witness
I got a black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuck Tims
Enough to confuse (niggas plottin' and schemin')
I got a black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuck Tims
Enough to confuse any witness
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
How we do niggas, I don't beef, I shoot niggas
If I can't get the main character, a few niggas dead
I don't need no gin to boost me
I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go
I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
Could it be the fame? Maybe it's the Jew bangs or
Would it be the same if I couldn't claim those?
Fuck it, put holes through your Rave robe, cocksucker
Beat it while you bleedin' on the dashboard
Niggas get what they hand call for, I get rich
You get debted, I get erections off of revenge
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
I got fire in my heart
The good life becomes triflin'
If you ain't got no felonies, get your gun license
Got fire in my heart
The good life becomes triflin'
Niggas ain't shootin' fair ones, they gun fightin'
I got fire in my heart
Go get your gun license
Don't be a outlaw like me, license to kill
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
Lock and load is what I was told
I caught my first gun charge when I was fourteen years old
That's on my juvenile record, but now I'm grown
Damn, I wish I had a license to hold
'Cause when a rapper get caught with a gun
They say, "How stupid is he?"
This nigga famous walkin' 'round with his heat
But when a rapper got armed security
They say he run with police
Nobody loves a snitch, that's the code of the streets
But when a rapper get murdered, none of the least
They don't retaliate, all they say is, "Rest in peace"
These lil' niggas try to shoot off the roof and hit the Navi'
But bullets can't hit Papoose, they go around me
Niggas gotta hide on the roof just to get at me
They scared to run up on me, I stay with the forty Cali
Put the battery in his back, that's why he mad at me
Hit him in his chest with the scat and blow out the battery
I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
I got a black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuck Tims
Enough to confuse any witness
I got a black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuck Tims
Enough to confuse (niggas plottin' and schemin')
I got a black mask, black truck, chrome rims, Chuck Tims
Enough to confuse any witness
Strongest of calibers is what we known to travel with
You gotta get hit, your man did, so you gotta handle it
Extort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'all
You know the niggas with the biggest balls set the new laws
The clip falls, have 'em watchin' drawers while you up north
Gat to your jugular, gettin' your salad tossed
Niggas know not to fuck with my dough
Niggas know not to fuck with this little bro
I'm ten seconds, hit and go
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?
I got fire in my heart
The good life becomes triflin'
If you ain't got no felonies, get your gun license
Got fire in my heart
The good life becomes triflin'
Niggas ain't shootin' fair ones, they gun fightin'
I got fire in my heart
Go get your gun license
Don't be a outlaw like me, license to kill
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the forty pound hit 'em, what the fuck these niggas thought?