Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything To Gain, artist - Papoose. Album song You Can't Stop Destiny, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.07.2015
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Everything To Gain |
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 niggers 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 fucker 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 |
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 niggers 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 |
Its real hip hop microphone and turntables |
Showing these J’s the definition of hip hop |
Say they sell crack them niggers 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 death and got lippop |
Come around here with that chain get your shit 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 kill like richard the referee |