Drop it (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

(ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Chorus - Papoose]

Gun to mind, mind to gun

Define which one is the surviving one

You say to mind your means is surviving, define it son

Rappers use their mind

Since the mind behind the gun

The mind refines the dumb

Guarding them for time to come

(Busta)

Drop it son

Gun to mind, mind to gun, define which one is the surviving one

You say guns is your means to surviving define it son

Where you get your power from when drama comes? Behind the gun

Power is money Money is power

(Busta)

Drop it son

[Verse 1 - Papoose]

Mind over matter, you need common sense

So you can analyze and study current events

Politics got me sick to my stomach, I'm feeling nausea

can't go to Atlantic City to get my dollars up

The casino's shut down from the bottom up

lost a lot of money out there, feel like they robbing us

The governor he a billionaire, he got a lot of bucks

guess all the money he made is just not enough

Suicidal bombers in and out of la gradia

Governor Cozine scared of the mafia

His way or the high way, no hesitation

It's about to be a political assassination

And they say the terrorists had plans to blow the Holland up

Push the water into the Manhattan to flood the island up

They say it can't happen, man they always lie to us

The Hudson River got enough water to fuckin swallow us

[Chorus - Papoose]

[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes]

Pap, you so right when you say the mind refines the dumb

With the powerful jewel I drop they wonder where my knowledge from

So I tell them I possess the power of an army

Numb the oppression, all the aggression

Combine it as one with science that awakes them when they sleep and re-forces them to replay it

As it gets deeper they'll probably try to kill me when I try to say it

Because of the power I possess already shit is funny

The say I'm more potentially dangerous when I get money

Never hesitate to kill a devil or superstition

But the random orange alerts that scare you into submission

I give your proper understanding, just acknowledge the wisdom

There's still the fear of god and the fear of terrorism

But no matter the circumstances I'll be the one first

to get the iron command my respect and survive me the worst shit

While I share another perspective; the truthers don't abuse it

As I have the ratchet I'm praying I do not have to use it

[Chorus - Papoose]

[Verse 3 - Papoose]

Power is money so in guns we trust

All we do is re-up, bag up, roll, and puff

They saying freeze, I've done froze enough

Rather close my eyes before I let these cops close my cuffs

Call me grimey I give niggas whose hold and stuck

Like these body bluffing ass niggas supposed to front

You can call me watch you wanna, I couldn't give a golden fuck

I take the pennies out your loafers punk

see you got your man posted up

Don't tell him to hold you down, you going to need someone to hold you up

When I put it to his chest and unload the pump

I'm going to hit him until his mutherfuckin' shoulders touch

I think with my gun keep the 'fo in my nuts

Roll up on you while you rolling a blunt

They say keep your enemy close, Keep my enemy close - for what?

I catch my enemy close, I'm a roast his guts

[Chorus - Papoose]