Ambulance Lyrics - Papoose

Yeah papoose in the building 

I got the city locked 

Thugga up in the building 

They got the semis cocked 

Man we always on fire 

Niggas ain't really hot 

Culture Power Homie, 4, 5 

You f**kin with the wrong guy 

In the back of that ambulance it's 

A long ride 

In the back of that ambulance truck 

I put your ass in the back of that 

Ambulance truck 

You dying slow you actin like 

You gonna pop soon as you think you hot 

In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot 

In the back of that ambulance truck 

I put yo ass in the back of that 

Ambulance truck 

You betta watch who you call or hold you down 

You ain't neva know when you gonna have to blow em down 

Friends be yo worst enemies 

I know it sounds crazy but it's real homeboy 

I show you how 

Callin on the real niggas you know in town 

Talking about meet me at the club I know ya style 

You don't callup no one but time 

You rollin foul, You just be callin him because 

You know he be towin clown 

What if you and him catch drama it's goin down 

You don't tote yo hammer like that and you know it now 

You got yo red monkeys on you fly my nigga 

Ambulance come they cut yo jeans with scissors 

You talking like you gully got in yo ass 

Now you talking like a mummy through that oxygen mask 

You man coulda dropped you off left you in the streets 

He ain't wanna get you blood in his car seats 

Now they askin you ya name ya age ya address 

But you can't give an answer you breathin ya last breath 

'Bout to panic under pressure and fold you mad stressed 

See yo future faddin you past tense 

Culture Power Homie, 4, 5 

You f**kin with the wrong guy 

In the back of that ambulance it's 

A long ride 

You dying slow you actin like 

You gonna pop soon as you think you hot 

In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot 

In the back of that ambulance truck 

I put yo ass in the back of that 

Ambulance truck 

In the back of that ambulance truck 

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I put your ass in the back of that 

Ambulance truck 

You a coward in the streets in you bars you tough 

But I don't believe you I don't care how hard you bluff 

Niggas comin through with hoodies like they hard to touch 

I pull that hoodie over you head and wash you up 

Ya'll supporting these lost artists like they the Godfather 

That's word to my Aunt Margaret None of they bars honest 

Talking about you New York's hardest you spit 

Hard garbage . You ain't a hard artist, You a Con artist 

Get it on ya'll cowards avoid it when it's on 

Scream like a bitch and make noises when it's on 

My man right or wrong 

That ain't the point the point I pointing crawns 

So I point if he right I point it if he wrong 

These little rappers being putting poison in they song 

You paranoid man you annoying when it's on 

I came up hard ain't have a choice to get it on 

Told this little nigga stop topyin when it's on 

You man died I'm disappointed that he gone 

But the way you movin you about to join him in the morgue 

You getting older now you voice is getting strong 

If you make it past eighteen then boy you 

Livin long 

This is thugga thugga we enjoy to get it on 

I keep it Brooklyn like Hoyt ans Schimmerhorn 

Culture Power Homie, 4, 5 

You f**kin with the wrong guy 

In the back of that ambulance it's 

A long ride 

You dying slow you actin like 

You gonna pop soon as you think you hot 

In the back of that ambulance truck nigga you shot 

In the back of that ambulance truck 

I put yo ass in the back of that 

Ambulance truck 

In the back of that ambulance truck 

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