
Papoose song - Justice Album/ Mixtape - Underground King Year - 2005 [Intro] RIP to all my dead homies, RIP to the God, Everythin you taught me I'm using it wisely, Risin to the top [Chorus] If you lost one of your homies and avenged it quick, That aint a murder thats a justice hit, They killed your homie and you came back n wet up the strip, That aint a murder thats a justice hit, Justice the god told me to take it to the, streets Chop the enemies head off and point it to the, east Yall do it for the money, I do it cuz I love this, I must serve justice, Cuz if a cop try to kill a kid and his wig get split, That aint a murder thats a justice hit [Verse 1] Its like the drugs are the water, Money is oxygen, a pistol is land, Every each of us creatures needs this to continue as man, Long time nickel-to-grand, will I live through the span, And see the future at my visual command, I encountered a ghetto veteran, As his beer dripped through his hand, He spilled his beverage and said it was to tribute his man, He told me ever since a bullet put a end to his man, He got to squeeze his nine to ease his mind and tend to his plans, I thought, damn, what kind of knowledge does his mental demand, If only violence helps his mental expand, Conversation led to murder confessions, Talked of how he worshiped the essence, I was illin He preferred the killing than serving a blessin Speaking over jakes sirens as they circled the section, He said ladies and babies no longer were worthy of <b>...</b>
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