Aim, Shoot

[Hook x2: Lloyd Banks]Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than PapooseLonger than Pap, longer, longer than PapPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shoot[Verse 1: Papoose]Straight out the big apple it's Papoose and the MobbThe apple was nothing without me like Steve JobsAt the dice game, keep a mag on meWhy would I let another man ask bet meI'm the best like Khaled, I bang if I shouldA nigga gotta pay me if he throwin ace in my hoodSo the drug dealers wet work, beat all the pushersWhen you was still in yo moms crib, eatin your boogersI live the fast life, that's why I stay in a hurryPapoose be killing the mic like Doctor MurrayKing of New York, cop the caliberMy raps off the wall like a 2011 calendarWhy everybody out of character?They all mad at me, I got em pissed like a catheterChampion, I'm not ya challengerStop amateurs like the sandman, Banks how we handle em?[Hook x2: Lloyd Banks]Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than PapooseLonger than Pap, longer, longer than PapPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shoot[Verse 2: Havoc]I'mma carry the problem fixer, I wanna argue wit ya[?] Nigga you a target misserThe wrath of God will hit ya, with a horror pictureCall this rap takeout, you know Mobb deliverToo hard for the hardest nigga, they fold like cardbordHandle that now, nigga ain't no encores[?] a little heavy, so it leave the arm soreY'all want war, gave you what you starve forAll my shooters buy products of the worst recessionAim for the dome and laugh when they purchase vestsCause that shit right there, is irrelevantNiggas walk around here, with shit to kill a elephantSo your next move better be your best moveLike a chess move or get yo chest movedCause when we come through you better have ya guns tooCause all we do is (aim shoot) all we do is (aim shoot)[Hook 2x: Lloyd Banks]Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than PapooseLonger than Pap, longer, longer than PapPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shoot[Verse 3: Prodigy]Back from hell, sorry I left you without no hard shit to step toThe drought is done, it's rain seasonYou can't stop my storm, you can't slow up my flow up nah (uh uh)It's gonna pour cats and dogsThunder and lightning bolts, knock the lights offWhen I black out make you miss me likeNigga, where you been at? WordBout tired of the soft shit, it gets boringThey look like punks and act like a womanYou need danger, a little agressionYou need excitement I put a little pressureJust to, balance things out, we're not the sameSome niggas is live, some niggas is lameSome is real or some is fakeYou draw the line in the sand, which side you claim?[Hook x2: Lloyd Banks]Yayo got the whopper, it spit longer than PapooseLonger than Pap, longer, longer than PapPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootPapoose, aim, shootYayo got the whopper, it spit longer than PapooseLonger than Pap, longer, longer than Pap