Papoose - Russian Roulette Lyrics

Lyrics Russian Roulette - Papoose



Russian roulette when the battles spinns you dead
Why you let them dude shoot his self in the head
Look at you now, brains all over your bed
Your favourite rapper shot his self in the head
Russian Roulette gay you who not believe gave them sharades
I gave you chess, you motherfuckers know my name
PAPOOSE gotta say 'em why he gone come with next
Who wanna play a game russian roulette
Russian roulette uh, I'm a keep the rule on my belt
You ain't got a killa fool he do it hisself
I got this city on fire if you foolish your mouth
Couse fuckin' with Papoose is like shootin' yourself
Russian Roulette now gone celebrate somewhere else
You never had nothin'you ain't use to the wealth
You could lie to the people but be true to yourself
Couse you know the record label gone put you on the shelf
Russian roulette I don't understand them stupid guys
They know they ain't nice they'll choose the rhyme
I know what you got in this way his foolish pride
It's a suicide, is a suicide
Russian Roulette I see a lot of waitin' dudes
You talkin' on the phone bout the bridge you move
The man facin' life he got shit to loose
You did it to yourself that's a self inflicktin' move
Russian Roulette the war stop rappers defendin me
But I'm your evolution man I age you fuckin' enemy
Retire now you'd be a good memory
If you keep rappin' you gon' kill your own legacy
Russian Roulette when brooklyn and harlem get together
They blow, ho they did it with rocafeller
Biggie smallz and puffie they did it with bad boy
History repeats hisself ya'll enjoy
Straight from harlem I'm from brooklyn of course
We carry guns but we all so carry the torch
You don't suport us then you die
Is your falt what type of games is this motherfucker playin in New York
Russian Roulette!



Writer(s): Shamele Mackie


Papoose - The Boyz in the Hood
Album The Boyz in the Hood
date of release
31-10-2014




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