He was given the name Papoose by his grandmother because of his childhood resemblance to an American Indian child. Inspired by rap legends Rakim, Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane, he has been well respected on the underground hip-hop circuit for a long period of time now.
In early 2006, his StreetSweepers crew linked up with Busta Rhymes' Flipmode Inkprint to co-executive produce Papoose's first official album. On August 24, 2006, his official website officially announced that he signed with Jive Records, a deal which, according to his management's official website was worth $1.5 million.
Papoose has recently become known for engaging in charity work, visiting sick children and donated to causes including the Make-A-Wish Foundation and to various Hurricane Katrina charities.
On September 19, 2007 DJ Kay Slay announced that Papoose and himself have parted ways from Jive records. "We have officially gotten our release from Jive fuckin records. It was like a fuckin year of hell... Unfortunately, we almost became victims of A&R hell." On the radio show slay was asked what was next for Papoose, and he said "You know we can't talk about that man." The future of the Papoose's debut album, The Nacirema Dream, is unknown at this time; however, Papoose and Kay Slay are rumored to own the records that were created under Jive.
Papoose is no longer affiliated with Flipmode Squad.
Mother Ghetto
Papoose Lyrics
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Papoose, PK
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from?
All the low key OG’s, where yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun
Come and take a walk through my horde, I’ll guide yo vision
When niggas who ain’t ready to die get shot for livin
Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin
But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey
I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes
On Sundays I praise gun plays, that’s my religion
Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,
Who needs a pot to piss in?
That’s when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison
Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different
He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him
I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him
They put the green light out, know how the game go
Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow
Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come
Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums
Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run
So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues
Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife
Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night
I told the last customer your next time not like
He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life
The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Yall outsiders better come right, don’t look wrong
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks
And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks
Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws
Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured
This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches
Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches
4 green killas run up in yo living room quick
Them boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip
Nobody politics in Bed-stuy, who cares for that political shit?
We’re robbin dog for his kibles and bits
Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets
That’s why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In Crown Heights they be workin them 2’s, run hoop hoolups
Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news
Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas
Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers
Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking
Since the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan
From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough
Cypress Hill’s the kings but now we the king borough
I’m from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun
The cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung
Wherever you from, represent the hood you live
Well keep it that way, don’t come across the Brooklyn Bridge
The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Yall outsiders better come right, don’t look wrong
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked
We the reason that cops traded 38’s for Glocks
We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you
We the reason you couldn’t rock shines in the tunnel
Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back
But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at?
Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack
Don’t get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats
Face the fact that what you worship
So I pray with my backs towards the serpent
Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus
Celebrated Ike after he was murdered
Due tradition we had him cremated
Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could’ve did magic when they burned him
Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don’t deserve him
It’s when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers
Knowledge beneath the records of a target
Security stay harassin and lurkin
When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us
Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous
Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose
7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must’ve heard us
I area code have the same factors of a murder
Wherever you from, represent the hood you live
Well keep it that way, don’t come across the Brooklyn Bridge
The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Yall outsiders better come right, don’t look wrong
My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brooknam
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
The song "Mother Ghetto" by Papoose is a tribute to the Brooklyn neighborhoods where he grew up and the unique characteristics that define them. In this song, Papoose celebrates the grittiness and toughness of his hometown, encouraging other Brooklyn residents to represent their neighborhoods with pride. Throughout the song, Papoose uses vivid descriptions and wordplay to paint a picture of life in Brooklyn, highlighting the violence, poverty, and community that make it such a special place.
The lyrics of "Mother Ghetto" touch on a variety of themes, including gang violence, street culture, and the everyday struggles of living in a tough neighborhood. Papoose talks about his experiences growing up in Brooklyn and how the streets shaped him as a person. He also pays homage to the people who have fallen victim to the violence and poverty of the ghetto, using their stories as inspiration to keep pushing forward. Ultimately, "Mother Ghetto" is a powerful ode to the resilience and strength of the Brooklyn community.
Line by Line Meaning
Brooklyn, rise to the occasion
Calling all Brooklyn residents to be proud of their borough and stand up for it
All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from?
Asking all the genuine Brooklyn natives to identify themselves and their neighborhoods
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun
Encouraging people to show off their guns and display their readiness for defense
Come and take a walk through my horde, I’ll guide yo vision
Inviting people to take a tour of his community and showing them around its good and bad aspects
When niggas who ain’t ready to die get shot for livin
Highlighting the brutality of street life and gang violence where innocent people get killed
Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin
Reflecting on the shortness and uncertainty of life on the streets
But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey
Having to quickly turn back because he forgot his gun (biskey) to protect himself
On Sundays I praise gun plays, that’s my religion
Revealing his obsession with gun culture and how it dominates his life, almost as if it's a religion
Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm
Enjoying the beat of the music as he walks through his neighborhood
That’s when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison
Meeting with a friend who just got out of jail, perhaps for a violent crime
Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different
Asking how his friend is doing, but noticing something has changed about him
Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets
Critiquing the police's heavy-handed presence in Bushwick and how they behave arrogantly
This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches
Expressing the violent and criminal behavior that can occur to anyone, regardless of wealth or status
Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking
Explaining the dangerous environment in Flatbush, where people carry guns and use drugs
From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough
Proud of Brooklyn natives and declaring they were born to be brave, assertive, and uncompromising
It’s when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers
Describing Brooklyn as a tough, gritty place where life is a struggle and the people have to work hard in the heat of summer
Security stay harassin and lurkin
Pointing out how security personnel often interrogate and spy on people in the community
Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose
Suggesting that anyone can be shot or killed, intentionally or unintentionally, in a place like Brooklyn
7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must’ve heard us
Threatening to harm people who he perceives as enemies, using homophobic slurs
I area code have the same factors of a murder
Claiming that the neighborhood area codes in Brooklyn are often associated with street violence and crime
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