You Made Your Choice Lyrics - Papoose

This is our bump in the road 

There's no where to go, no no 

You made your choice 

Place, BK, what's the occasion? 

Party around the wait 

You DJin, of course K-slate 

Your favorite day of the week, payday 

You fuckin wit me hold on, ay ay 

She my sister like Brandy and Ray-J 

whats the name of your clique, thug-a-thug-acation 

Thats not a gang, it's an organization 

How many awards u won, bout a deuce 

What's your name fool, Papoose, Pa Poose 

The industry ain't prepared for us 

They ask questions, ain't understandin us 

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We be rappin over tracks that they scared to touch 

Came to my show, everybodies hands was up 

He was hidin in the basement, I was tearin it up 

Told Sn? now I'm callin your bluff, "Hello" 

Whenever you call me, I'll be there 

Whenever you want me, I'll be there 

Whenever you need me, I'll be there 

I'll be around 

So I'm like Scarface, I'm sittin the the jaccuzi 

One hand on my dick, other hand on my uzi 

Shorty blockin the TV wit her booty 

Whatchin the 50 flick, them bootleggers sold me the movie 

I'll be givin the grand for cheap usely 

But tell em lil niggas gonna pawn their jewelry 

It's the cash, yall know what this is, throw me the stash 

The words that I spoke unto light show me the path 

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Them other ghetto gave me a gun, told me to blast 

Learn to pass master my mack? to flash 

It's the Nas?, a dream, the dream of life 

I payed the price, spent through my nights, I need the light 

Cops hold the keys to your chains, and read your rights 

It's hard to get your mind to believe your life 

This struggle keep me feelin doom, hopin these clouds will clear the moon 

I heal the wounds, give my kids the silver spoon 

This is a our bump in the road 

There's no where to go, no no 

You made your choice 

Streets, we was entertainment, stay on the rise 

Old dogg behind me slay on my side 

We don't stop for nutin, we stay on the grind 

Every Wednesday, catch us on Shade 45 

Every Thursday, catch us on live Hot 9 

You can call me, my number 5-9 nevermind 

Niggas say I'm light in the ass, I say whatever 

I weigh as much pounds as Floyd Mayweather 

Listen homie I hit the bag, let's get together 

I run these Mc's like I'm tougher than leather 

You really think your artist nice, he on the brink 

Of becomin the next nigga, he your weak link 

Put him next to me, if that's what you think 

I make him look like shit, that nigga stink 

They havin battles with the Jackets?, I'm gonna creep 

Sayin yeah you better watch out for me with the mix, never call me 

Whenever you call me, I'll be there 

Whenever you want me, I'll be there 

Even if I have to call, I'll be there 

I'll be around