Papoose - Everything To Gain lyrics

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Papoose - Everything To Gain lyrics

[Verse 1:] Am representing the show biz poverty To the sewer, rats and roaches the blind To ones that got to rebuild homes with a polive Building collapsing gas leaks explosives Thats right those gas pipes probably running through your houses God bless the ghetto where role models will show kids The images in my chain can cross waters with no bridge Police brutality and leaving n******gs with slow biz The Rodney King black eye blues outrageous and broke ribs Crack did to the 80's what the 70's cope did Molly's doing right now what the 90's dope did And for real the pocket hold up who needs a break All black binoculars staking and not where you lay your head Met the dawn users who dawn easy they need to meds Cash dont give a to who gave his opponent a decent edge Bubble gums souls and air bubbles sneaker head And green shoes and Gucci loafers Green and red its DMX and belly who wear a wig Like dread Woke up on your car with gunfire and leave you dead 52 slap boxes knuckle game that beat you head Give you bruises and knocks the size of easter egg Talk on the phones you better remember everything I never med a mother f**er who beat the feds To pay your lawyer that's the best advice I rather spend the rest of my money Rather than the rest of my life [Chorus:] I think like a G when I'm busting my move Everything in the game nothing to lose My back against the walls I'm a punish these fools Everything to gain nothing to lose These n******gs should have never given me nothing to prove Everything to gain nothing to lose Even when my back against the walls I'm a punish these fools Everything to gain nothing to lose [Verse 2:] Its real hip hop microphone and turntables Showing these J's the definition of hip hop Say they sell crack them n******gs selling the whip whop Our things look like poogi from new Jack Chris Rock Piss inside a bottle and got out of the wick wack Road to the riches and we ain't even pulling over for no pitstop At the crab table I'll leaving with a big Knock Running through casino just the night when the hit two pack I can't rise resurrection to hip hop Long live the night you kissed d**h and got lippop Come around here with that chain get your sh** popped So like the next president that the knicks got Ices out brightly and rollers don't tack tock The arnext told president out shining you wrist watch Poet scare i'm with the desert eagle Creeping keep and see creep and k** like richard the referee [Chorus]

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