Aim, Shoot

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 byproducts of the worst recession Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vests' Cause 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