double crosser lyrics – papoose

[intro:]
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

[sample:]
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

[verse 1:]
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
n*gg*z 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 “h*ll no, no surrender no retreat”
they wasn’t built like me, these n*gg*z 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

[hook:]
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 n*gg*z ain’t scared to die

[verse 2:]
before i had an interview, a photo shoot and a show
all i had was a jukes, i laid n*gg*z 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
n*gg*z 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
n*gg*z be actin’ like they harder than me
but tell me, how hard can they be?
startin’ wit me, then wanna squash sh*t wit me
mayne u far from a g
all those f*gets 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 n*gg*-what they thought i was gon’ be?
the apple don’t fall too far from the tree

[hook:]
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 n*gg*z ain’t scared to die

/ papoose lyrics