Testo What Happened - Papoose, E-40

What Happened

Come to me with your hand out, I’m spitting on it, I’m getting on it
What happened?
They only thing better than money is respect
I sent my young nigga to do it in a black Buick…
I’m representing with E-40
Smack a skinhead right on his clean baldy
Old English 800 bottle topper who drink 40's
Highway patrol radar gun the beast’s on me
William Shakespeare be ghetto tellin' a deep story
Ask my videographer he would tell you I squeeze 40s
Infrared look like the button he used to record me
Black Buick orange and white Adidas is the Pat Ewing’s
The arm and hammer baking soda cocaine crack music
I told my shooter if he runs some pull it
They got them cameras in the center when you come come hooded
His man was in the back black and seen the front one looking
He came at me sideways, why would some come crooked?
I told him stay still I don’t know why the fuck some wouldn’t
The chopper blew his leg off and some one footed
I don’t play with dumb niggas man
I come from Brooklyn
The only dummy I ever dealt with was the dum dum bullet
Come to me with your hand out, I’m spitting on it, I’m getting on it
What happened?
A lot of my partners in your program
Lumpaka Terminal Island
Making spreads tuna mayonnaise noodles and eggs
Some in the state some in in the feds
Some of them in for there swiping, some of them in for busting heads
Most of the time I move with awareness. Why?
Gotta watch niggas hands cause in the street there ain’t no fairness
They’ll throw a rock and then hide their hand like it never happened
Line you up with the opposition suckas be double backing
The gents I don’t trust them man they ain’t built the way was built
There’s several levels out there who for fuckers out who get killed
When you trending in the trenches
You gotta stay where the stench is
Be ready to bust your clip
Never know when they try to hit
I’m about my gouda my asiago and bread
Thank you mom and aunty for always praying for me
I’m just speaking the gospel bro I’m just speaking the truth
I keep it concrete and thorough just like the homie Papoose
Come to me with your hand out, I’m spitting on it, I’m getting on it
What happened?
They only thing better than money is respect
I sent my young nigga to do it in a black Buick