Papoose
Papoose - Double Crosser songtekst
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It's a lot of double crossers out here I rely on talent though One gun up I represent the epitome of lyricism Double crossers die slow Sometiiimes, I think about it And my poor heart wants to die about it (Woo!) About the sweet sweet love lost And the way i got double crossed By a guy who was my friend I see him now and then My enterprise is ya demise coming into ya defeat I write with a fire in pen and signature the beat In and out of the system, snitches get released They eat breakfast in jail and dinner on the streets Niggaz get caught slippin' wit slippers on they feet Get cut from ear to ear, blood drippin' from his cheek I carry the broke gun, was missin off a piece The clip all bent up, but gripped it when it's beef The clip don't wanna go in, I force it in the heat I force it (faucet) like the water with the dishes in the sink Went on a robbin' spree, been stickin' up for weeks Don't communicate with the Jake or listen when they speak "Come out wit ya hands up, this is the police!" I tell 'em "Hell no, no surrender no retreat" They wasn't built like me, these niggaz don't compete Ya gimmick is unfinished, my image is complete You say you underground but the wisdom that I speak Walks upon the ground you livin' underneath Mainstream dream I was lifted from beneath Anybody deeper me's the deceased But yo, you ever stared at a man with the vision of a beast? Make 'em look just like food, just lift em up and eat You wanna be a thug, I must say It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way The more money then the more gunplay But everybody gotta go one day I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy Brooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die Before I had an interview, a photo shoot and a show All I had was a jukes, I laid niggaz on the floor When I run in the spot, I know when its time to go Get the drugs, get the jewels, the money and hit the door Niggaz do what you tell 'em when you holdin' that 4-4 Pull a gun on a “Yes” man and make 'em say "No!" How long you been beatin' ya girl?, you straight wilin' Now you in and out of the can, domestic violence It's kinda childish, man I wouldn't wanna be you The judge gon' either 2 to 6 you or 1 to 3 you On the visitin' floor, with the girl who ID'ed you Dem broads'll get you locked up, then come see you I be in ya hood, I got a chick on ya block, I be spendin' the night, she got a nice lil' spot You say ya hood tough and whatnot But all the times I been in ya hood, I never heard one shot Hop in the caddy truck and swerve up the block The nerve that I got it Niggaz be actin' like they harder than me But tell me, How hard can they be? Startin' wit me, then wanna squash shit wit me Mayne u far from a G All those fagets gonna either have to Automatic, or Revolve' it wit me I was mindin' my own, why they botherin' me? I bring death upon enemies If my daddy was a real nigga-what they thought I was gon' be? The apple don't fall too far from the tree You wanna be a thug, I must say It ain't a two way street, it's a one-way The more money then the more gunplay But everybody gotta go one day I'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the sky So when you talking to me you should stare in my eyes Lookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'Stuy Brooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die