[Verse 1:]
I’m representin’ with Showbiz, poverty, sewer rats and roaches
De Blasio has got to rebuild homes where the po’ live
Buildings collapsing, gas leaks explosive
Dry-rotted gas pipes probably runnin’ through yo’ crib
God bless the ghetto with role models to show kids
The image in my chain can cross waters with no bridge
Police brutality leavin’ n***as with slow bids
The Rodney King black eye blue abrasions and broke ribs
Crack did to the ‘80s what the ‘70s coke did
Molly’s doing right now what the ‘90s dope did
Infrared, the pocket rocket holder who need the bread
All black binoculars stakin’ out where you sleep your head
Methadone users who nod easy they need the meds
Head start giver who gave opponents a decent edge
Bubble gum soles and air bubbles, sneaker head
Edward Green shoes and Gucci loafers, green and red
It’s DMX in Belly who wear a wig like he’uh dread
Walk up on your car with gunfire and leave you dead
52 slap box knuckle game that beat ya head
Give you bruises and knots the size’uh easter eggs
Talk on them phones better remember everything you said
I never ever met a muthafucka who beat the feds
Pay your lawyer that's the best advice
I rather spend the rest of my money
Than spend the rest of my life
[Chorus:]
I think like a G when I’m bustin’ a move
Everything to gain nothin’ to lose
My back against the wall I’mma punish these fools
Everything to gain nothin’ to lose
These n***as should’nt ’uh never gave me somethin’ to prove
Everything to gain nothin’ to lose
My back against the wall I’mma punish them fools
Everything to gain nothin’ to lose

[Verse 2:]
It’s real hip-hop, microphones, turntables and Hen-rock
Showin’ DJ’s the definition of disc jock
Say they spit crack them n***as sellin’ that whip whop
My fiends look like Pookie from New Jack, Chris Rock
Piss inside a bottle and throw it outta the whip, Ak’
Road to the riches ain't even stoppin’ for pitstops
At the craps table I bet I’ll leave with a big knot
Runnin’ through casinos just like the night when they hit Pac
Influenced cby Kn'e,ise resurrection of B.I.G. Pop
Long kiss goodnight, you kissed death and got liplocked
Come around here with that chain get your shit popped
We jack, son, like the new president that the Knicks got
Iced out brightly real rollies don’t tick tock
The onyx bell presi that’s outshinin’ your wrist watch
Potent skills I’m quick with the Desert Eag’
Creep and kill keep the steel like Richard the referee
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