Back on My Bullsh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
n*ggas tried to eat on my block, I had to c*ck the fo'
Ran down on them and told them n*ggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told 'em "I don't know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them n*ggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I'm looking like King Jaffe Jo'
I ain't make "Panda," but I've been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullsh*t, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I'm quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y'all n*ggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I'm packing the pool stick
Mad 'cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I'm faster to shoot sh*t
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I'll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I'm grabbin' the nuva
Back with the movement, it's a fact you a true b*tch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you'd rather defuse it, your head, I'll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I'm Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders with hidden agendas
[Hook: Jaquae]
This time I ain't playing fair
I'mma take what's mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, n*gga, it's about that time!
I'm back on my bullsh*t
I'm back on my bullsh*t
I said I'm back on my bull-sh*t
I'm back on my bullsh*t
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platinum, they even doubted Jesus
That’s what PUN would say, killing ‘em that’s an understatement
Same n*gga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a n*gga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, now ain’t that a view?
And all my b*tches is loyal, they got it tatted, too
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the Wraith
Everybody p*ssy, wanna lift me by the case
Could've bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sonned you, show your n*ggas what the gun do
.45'll miss, the AK'll hit
Everybody lit 'til they laying in sh*t!
Your love is a 187
I've been killing 'em softly, getting n*ggas up off me!
[Hook: Jaquae]
This time I ain't playing fair
I'mma take what's mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, n*gga, it's about that time!
I'm back on my bullsh*t
I'm back on my bullsh*t
I said I'm back on my bull-sh*t
I'm back on my bullsh*t
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)