Bonnie N Clyde 2005

[Intro: Remy Ma]

Here it comes yeah (That bitch)

Here it comes yeah

Here it comes yeah (Rem)

Here it comes yeah (That nigga)

Here it comes yeah (Pap)

Here it comes yeah (Okay)

Here it comes yeah (You asked for it)

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]

See I be on some other shit

Like fuck your dead mother shit

Disrespect ya whole character

Call you by your government

I don't know what these bitches think you ugly and ya pussy stink

Ya whole flow is borrowed

Stole everything but the kitchen sink

See you just mad bitch

And you suck mad dick

My shit is fire I does my own atlas

With no practice

I spit backwards backwards Spits

I practice no atlas

And niggas should call you frying pan

Your face is like a frying pan

And niggas throw there meat in you

You burn 'em like a frying pan

I ain't lying man

See yall don't really want it

I got these bitches scared to death

They know the album comin'

[Interlude: Remy Ma]

Yeap see slate?

This is why I told you

I can not do mixtapes

I just be talkin' fuckin' reckless

It's crazy! (Hahaha...)

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]

And I ain't gotta force it

My shit come natural

You don't want me on every mixtape

As if I was Papoose

Exposin' all your skeleton

Straight gettin' atchu

Tellin' everybody I'mma fuck you up

When I catch you

Kow what I'm talkin' 'bout

I'm what a thug about

Tella nigga I'm frontin' so the squad can slaught em out

My brand new whipps and gut 'em out

Then come back with some different shit

Lookin' like it's it but just pimp my shit

I'm that bitch and ain't no chick seein' me

Y'all bitches need to step ya rap game up immediately

I'm talkin' like fuckin' last year like last decade (Hahahahaha)

[Interlude: Papoose & Remy Ma]

Yeah, graduated from mixtapes now

(Somethin' about Remy nigga)

Got the mixtape award and all that, yo

(Album comin')

Check me out!

[Verse 3: Papoose]

I ain't recognize Remy when I seen her in the night club

We got the industry addicted, we like drugs

I done pop Chris Stall Dawn Pareone

Not a drunk Alazate The Dawns very calm

The wild out the drunk Henny Rum

That's why I say

East Coast pop a bottle with chall

Alotta chicks be burnin' like drinkin' some Vodka

Tried to tell me she a virgin like Piña colada

Casket creamed it up beam away Shawn Dawnin

But none of dat could fuck with a bottle of Remy Martin

Now I done smoke purple haze

Smoke chocolats I smoke hydro

All types of la la la smoke straights all blazed up

Puff passed do but none of dat can fuck with

A pound of Papoose

Niggas wanna clap me up leave me holy

I marijuana in the flesh

Alotta niggas wanna smoke me

I done moved good dope

Move straight coke

Shit so pure look like it came off the boat

I done moved hard crack it's alotta DJ's

But none of y'all could fuck with a kilo of Kay Slay

My work would drop bomb he rap from the cops

He drop my whole bomb talkin' every single rock

I told him no everything 'bout it

Cause my single was hot

Flex droppin' more bombs then the worker on the block

Rapology supreme philosophies the thing

You could call me Mr. Not so Remeadream

Remy look good in person

Just like she do in the magazines

So I'mma stay close to Ms. Martin like Dr. King

Never used to like drop tops

But he think he flossin'

So I'm 'bout to have more dropps then weak fossetts

He don't wanna lean back

Slay hand me the tourists

Hit him in the back of his head

And make him lean forward

[Echo:]

Papoose Papoose Papoose Papoose...