[{"id":23936413,"name":"Aim Shoot","trackName":"Aim Shoot","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":214.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nStraight out the Big Apple\nIt's Papoose and the Mobb\nThe apple was nothin' without\nMe like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask? Bet me\nI'm the best like Khaled, I bang if I should\nA nigga gotta pay me if he\nThrow a Ace in my Hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work\nBeat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo' moms crib\nEatin' your boogers i live the fast life\nThat's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killin' the mic\nLike Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me\nI got 'em pissed like a catheter\nChampion, I'm not ya challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman\nBanks how we handle 'em?\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nHey, yo i'ma carry the problem fixer\nI wanna argue wit'cha\nOne man armed militia, nigga\nYou a target misser\nThe wrath of God'll hit ya\nWith a horror picture\nCall this rap takeout, you know Mobb deliver\nToo hard for the hardest nigga\nThey fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga, ain't no encores\nCan a little heavy, so it leave the arm sore\nY'all want war, gave you what you starve for\nAll my shooters byproducts of\nThe worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh\nWhen they purchase vestses\n'Cause that shit right there is irrelevant\nWhen niggas walk around here with\nShit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo' chest moved\n'Cause when we come through you\nBetter have ya guns too\nCause all we do is aim shoot\nAll we do is aim shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no\nHard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm\nYou can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightnin' bolts\nKnock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you\nMiss me like, nigga, where you been at? Word\n'Bout tired of the soft shit\nIt gets borin'\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little aggression\nYou need excitement, I put a little\nPressure just to balance things out\nWe're not the same\nSome niggas is live, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand\nWhich side you claim?\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\nYayo got the whopper\nIt spit longer than Papoose\nLonger than Pap-longer-longer than Pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 214000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Straight out the Big Apple\n  It's Papoose and the Mobb\n  The apple was nothin' without\n  Me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask? Bet me\n  I'm the best like Khaled, I bang if I should\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he\n  Throw a Ace in my Hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work\n  Beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo' moms crib\n  Eatin' your boogers i live the fast life\n  That's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killin' the mic\n  Like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me\n  I got 'em pissed like a catheter\n  Champion, I'm not ya challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman\n  Banks how we handle 'em?\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Hey, yo i'ma carry the problem fixer\n  I wanna argue wit'cha\n  One man armed militia, nigga\n  You a target misser\n  The wrath of God'll hit ya\n  With a horror picture\n  Call this rap takeout, you know Mobb deliver\n  Too hard for the hardest nigga\n  They fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga, ain't no encores\n  Can a little heavy, so it leave the arm sore\n  Y'all want war, gave you what you starve for\n  All my shooters byproducts of\n  The worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh\n  When they purchase vestses\n  'Cause that shit right there is irrelevant\n  When niggas walk around here with\n  Shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo' chest moved\n  'Cause when we come through you\n  Better have ya guns too\n  Cause all we do is aim shoot\n  All we do is aim shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no\n  Hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm\n  You can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightnin' bolts\n  Knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you\n  Miss me like, nigga, where you been at? Word\n  'Bout tired of the soft shit\n  It gets borin'\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little aggression\n  You need excitement, I put a little\n  Pressure just to balance things out\n  We're not the same\n  Some niggas is live, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand\n  Which side you claim?\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot papoose, aim, shoot\n  Yayo got the whopper\n  It spit longer than Papoose\n  Longer than Pap-longer-longer than Pap\n"},{"id":10549728,"name":"Aim Shoot","trackName":"Aim Shoot","artistName":"Papoose feat. Mobb Deep","albumName":"The Infamous Features","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot\n  artist: Papoose feat. Mobb Deep\n  album: The Infamous Features\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"},{"id":10284312,"name":"Aim Shoot","trackName":"Aim Shoot","artistName":"Papoose feat. Mobb Deep","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot\n  artist: Papoose feat. Mobb Deep\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"},{"id":19707052,"name":"Aim Shoot (feat. Mobb Deep)","trackName":"Aim Shoot (feat. Mobb Deep)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":214.909388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot (feat. Mobb Deep)\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 214909\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"},{"id":18471256,"name":"Aim Shoot Feat. Mobb Depp","trackName":"Aim Shoot Feat. Mobb Depp","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Nacirema Dream","duration":214.88,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot Feat. Mobb Depp\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 214880\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"},{"id":38156437,"name":"Aim Shoot (feat Mobb Deep)","trackName":"Aim Shoot (feat Mobb Deep)","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Nacirema Dream","duration":215.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nStraight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\nThe apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\nAt the dice game, keep a mag on me\nWhy would I let another man ask bet me\nI'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\nA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\nSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\nWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\nI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\nPapoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\nKing of New York, cop the caliber\nMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\nWhy everybody out of character?\nThey all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\nChampion, I'm not yo challenger\nStop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nI'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\nWhat made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\nMister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\nCall it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\nI'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\nHandle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\nCandy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\nYea world war gave you what you starved for\nAll my shooters buy products of the worst recession\nAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\nGet that shit right there, it's irrelevant\nThe niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\nSo your next move better be your best move\nLike a chess move or get yo chest smooth\nCuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\nCuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n(Hook x2)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\n(Verse)\nBack from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\nThe drought is done, it's rain season\nYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\nIt's gonna pour cats and dogs\nThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\nWhen I black out make you miss me like\nNigga, where you been at? Word\nBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\nThey look like punks and act like a woman\nYou need danger, a little ratchet\nYou need this lightning, I put a little pressure\nJust to balance things out, we're not the same\nSome niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\nSome is real or some is fake\nYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n(Hook)\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\nPapoose, aim, shoot\n\nGill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\nYou won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aim Shoot (feat Mobb Deep)\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Nacirema Dream\n  duration_ms: 215000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Straight out the big gapple it's Papoose in the mall\n  The apple was nothing without me like Steve Jobs\n  At the dice game, keep a mag on me\n  Why would I let another man ask bet me\n  I'm the best like Cali, I bang if I shoot\n  A nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hood\n  So the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushers\n  When you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your bubbers\n  I live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurry\n  Papoose be killing the mike like Doctor Murray\n  King of New York, cop the caliber\n  My raps off the wall like a 2011 calendar\n  Why everybody out of character?\n  They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a caffeter\n  Champion, I'm not yo challenger\n  Stop amateurs like the sandman, banks how we handle em?\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  I'm Cary, the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya\n  What made it all be less, you nigga you were talkin\n  Mister the wrath of God will hit ya with a horror picture\n  Call it this rap takeout, we don't mob deliver\n  I'm too hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardboard\n  Handle that now, nigga ain't no harm caused\n  Candy little heavy so relieve the arm saw\n  Yea world war gave you what you starved for\n  All my shooters buy products of the worst recession\n  Aim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vesses\n  Get that shit right there, it's irrelevant\n  The niggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephant\n  So your next move better be your best move\n  Like a chess move or get yo chest smooth\n  Cuz when we come through you better have yo guns too\n  Cuz all we do is aim shoot, all we do is aim shoot\n\n  (Hook x2)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  (Verse)\n  Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step to\n  The drought is done, it's rain season\n  You can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)\n  It's gonna pour cats and dogs\n  Thunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights off\n  When I black out make you miss me like\n  Nigga, where you been at? Word\n  Bout tired of the soft shit, it gets boring\n  They look like punks and act like a woman\n  You need danger, a little ratchet\n  You need this lightning, I put a little pressure\n  Just to balance things out, we're not the same\n  Some niggas is loud, some niggas is lame\n  Some is real or some is fake\n  You draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?\n\n  (Hook)\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n  Papoose, aim, shoot\n\n  Gill got the wappers, spittin on getting Papoose\n  You won't get it pap, you won't get you won't get it pap\n"}]