Agent Provocateur (50 Cent Diss) Lyrics – Papoose

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[Intro]
Ayo 50 you a b!tch, man
You can't bully no Brooklyn n!gga
Papoose, Papoose

[Verse]
He was a crab in the barrel until Eminem picked him
Made himself famous by claiming he was a victim
His claim to fame was "I got shot 9 times"
But the truth is he only got shot 5 times
He lied 'cause he wanted to get shot more than Tupac
Lame choice, Game voice, G-Unot
Queens don't respect you, they know you a joke you clown
You from Queens, but pay Bronx n!ggas to hold you down
You even hate on your own crew, why you be dissing Banks?
Is it 'cause he nicer than you, or cause you just a snake?
Tried to take Mayweather money, put you in your place
Heard that story 'bout how Floyd punched you in your face
Did 6 months in shop, you never been upstate
Vivica tossed your salad, she had a s*itty face
Black Child poked you up, left you with the shakes
Bruno Carvalho yapped your chain and ended up with a case
When he got shot they tried to take his face off
That n!gga jaw was wired up like Jake Paul
When I seen his first movie, I knew he was fake dawg
His man pulled out the gun, was ready for straight war
He said "we gonna get him another way", straight fraud
N!gga shot you up and all you wanna do is make songs
Heard you diabetic, take care of yourself, you getting older
If they amputate you, I hope it's your head from your shoulders
I'm not concerned by how much money can Curtis show
'Cause he bankrupt, so mathematically Curtis owe
The only Curtis we respect in hip-hop is Kurtis Blow
But the question is how much d!ck can Curtis blow? Pause
Seen a picture of you smiling, holding a dildo
Talk all that gangsta talk, but is it real though?
That's why you say "Get the strap", I didn't catch on
When 50 say get the strap, he mean get the strap-on
You need therapy, that's the answer
Not mental therapy, chemotherapy you a cancer
That's your horoscope, before you came out New York was dope
All the gods was woke, hip-hop was flooded with bars and quotes
First you snaked The Game and sold to Young Buck with your artist hopes
Disrespected Banks because he wanted time when his father croaked?
Your own son protected his mother, did what his father won't
Disrespect your homies, why you cut all of your partners' throats?
You ain't diss Eminem, he your slave master, you are a joke
Tony Montana voice, I should step on you, you cock-a-roach
Need a larger coat, the gun is so big that it's hard to tote
At your funeral we gonna send all doves, no bars of soap
Do what artists won't, I just don't think that you are the GOAT
Just gimme my flowers, I want the stem and the artichoke
Yes you are a hoax, how you gon' say that The God is broke?
I got so much ice, that I can deport you, get on the boat
Finger on the toast, G-Unit falling like dominoes
Not the pizza shop, I squeeze the Glock and they'll all be ghosts
Who you tryna roast? He shows a lot of dishonor though
These are God results, Papoose gon' get him if karma don't
I want all the smoke, man I'mma swing 'til your jaw get broke
And you start to choke, look at you I got you on the ropes
Murder Inc. defeated you in the streets, you just lied the most
The LOX killed you on some D-Block s*it, with the rhymes they wrote
Rick Ross won, your other beef was kinda close
More losses than wins, less than Papoose, vaminos
You won't be ashamed to have herpes if you was smarter
'Cause you can avoid passing it to your s*x partner
That's too much boy
Your baby mother threw you under the bus
I guess Daphne didn't bring you too much Joy
Hiding that you got herpes makes you a fu*kboy
Why you don't just admit it like NBA Youngboy
You laughed when Juelz got caught with a gun
Then you laughed when Supreme blew trial, are you dumb?
You laughed at Jimmy Henchman bid, this hoe is frail
I know about you dry snitching on him, I know it well
What type of street n!gga laughs when somebody go to jail?
You think last summer was hot? Wait 'til you go to hell
When sense of humor is good, I'm convinced
But what is the sense of humor when the person's humor makes no sense?
A n!gga disrespect Papoose, I knock him out
A n!gga disrespect 50, he put a docu out
We not the same, Puff had your girl inside his house
Everything I do for morals and principles, not for clout
If you ever talk to 50 in person, you gotta shout
His breath smell like he got a whole pile of s*it inside his mouth
Was scared of Mazaradi Fox, God bless the dead
You know we shoot n!ggas from the waist up; arm; chest and head
Heard he deaded you on your money, took off with your bread
You ain't do nothing 'cause you a cop, you mob with the feds
I'll turn your legs to spaghetti, can't walk with your legs
Put your fat ass right to sleep, go on get to bed
Used to listen to you in the car, you're worthless dawg
Your car tunes ain't been the same since Smurf been gone
He the one that was putting in that pain, him and Domo
You ain't put in work on Hamo
You live by the 48 Laws of Power, a book for sinners
The Bible or the Quran is what you should consider
Allegedly you burned a house down, look b!tch n!gga
Your baby mother don't want you no more, you looking bitter
Them steroids that you taking got you looking bigger
You dissed Maino; Fab and Pap, Brooklyn n!ggas
The real 50 Cent from Brooklyn, look b!tch n!gga
Just remember you got your name from a Brooklyn n!gga
The US kidnapped the president of Venezuela
While we was distracted by 50 Cent's propaganda
I think he work for MAGA, sent to distract us all
Used to be a rat, now he a agent provocateur
They put us in danger, in the midst of the night
That's why they had to cancel all the Caribbean flights
Never gives good advice, 'cause he mentally can't
Doesn't display forward thinking, he's not really advanced
YouTubers working for him, if he gives 'em a chance
Some of them will literally suck his d!ck through his pants
I can see straight through him, why these idiots can't?
He promising 'em he gonna do a bunch of s*it that he can't
Even when he has friends, he takes the enemy stance
'Cause he work for the government, he just a industry plant
They don't do fact checks, supposed to listen and learn
Just regurgitate a whole bunch of s*it that they heard
He got 'em all under the wing, this s*it is absurd
He has a lot of wingspan, 'cause this n!gga's a bird