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