Double Crosser

[Intro:]It's a lot of double crossers out hereI rely on talent thoughOne gun upI represent the epitome of lyricismDouble crossers die slow[Sample:]Sometiiimes, I think about itAnd my poor heart wants to die about it (Woo!)About the sweet sweet love lostAnd the way i got double crossedBy a guy who was my friendI see him now and then[Verse 1:]My enterprise is ya demise coming into ya defeatI write with a fire in pen and signature the beatIn and out of the system, snitches get releasedThey eat breakfast in jail and dinner on the streetsNiggaz get caught slippin' wit slippers on they feetGet cut from ear to ear, blood drippin' from his cheekI carry the broke gun, was missin off a pieceThe clip all bent up, but gripped it when it's beefThe clip don't wanna go in, I force it in the heatI force it (faucet) like the water with the dishes in the sinkWent on a robbin' spree, been stickin' up for weeksDon'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 competeYa gimmick is unfinished, my image is completeYou say you underground but the wisdom that I speakWalks upon the ground you livin' underneathMainstream dream I was lifted from beneathAnybody deeper me's the deceasedBut 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 sayIt ain't a two way street, it's a one-wayThe more money then the more gunplayBut everybody gotta go one dayI'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the skySo when you talking to me you should stare in my eyesLookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'StuyBrooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die[Verse 2:]Before I had an interview, a photo shoot and a showAll I had was a jukes, I laid niggaz on the floorWhen I run in the spot, I know when its time to goGet the drugs, get the jewels, the money and hit the doorNiggaz do what you tell 'em when you holdin' that 4-4Pull a gun on a 'Yes” man and make 'em say "No!"How long you been beatin' ya girl?, you straight wilinNow you in and out of the can, domestic violenceIt's kinda childish, man I wouldn't wanna be youThe judge gon' either 2 to 6 you or 1 to 3 youOn the visitin' floor, with the girl who ID'ed youDem broads'll get you locked up, then come see youI be in ya hood, I got a chick on ya block,I be spendin' the night, she got a nice lil' spotYou say ya hood tough and whatnotBut all the times I been in ya hood, I never heard one shotHop in the caddy truck and swerve up the blockThe nerve that I got itNiggaz be actin' like they harder than meBut tell me, How hard can they be?Startin' wit me, then wanna squash shit wit meMayne u far from a GAll those fagets gonna either have to Automatic, or Revolve' it wit meI was mindin' my own, why they botherin' me?I bring death upon enemiesIf my daddy was a real nigga-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 sayIt ain't a two way street, it's a one-wayThe more money then the more gunplayBut everybody gotta go one dayI'm prepared to ride, won't hesitate to put a man in the skySo when you talking to me you should stare in my eyesLookin' for me, I'm right here in the 'StuyBrooklyn niggaz ain't scared to die