to get my paper, my paper I'm so fire, fire Patron got a brotha feelin higher, higher (HEY!) higher, higher Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper
You wake with fullies strapped at your bed side Chiddy-chiddy bang bang, nothing but that Garden game Who ride, and ? old records. Get your face re-arranged Cuz on my block
me (let's get it) Ain't shit funny (uhh) shake it honey (let's get it) Take it money, now let's get it (let's get it) [P. Diddy over Chorus] This, is
grain [Mike D] Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!) On the trill you dummies! Froze up the whole block on dots and a hummy Young mommies want a hog that
all talk, You can't go half a block with a road block, You don't pay at the road block you get your throat shot, And each road block is set up by these
Get paper ain't stopping know I might clap Fuck the block I'd be poppin kids in Iraq No one ever told me that killing is evil A.K 47 homie pop innocent
t control it It's the O to the fuckin' A-K D to the A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you can't tell me a muthafuckin' thang But the [?]
ll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alazhay with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene
ya Shanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through
Kickin up dust with the older G's Soakin up the game that was told to me I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the
"You could get the finger.. the middle!" {*1} "Come and get some!" {*2} [2Pac] Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger {*1} {*2} Boom boom boom on
in penitentiaries But still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get
if niggas can't handle it they get stomped from that Mobb attack an if you come back from that stompin lay low got 'em hard-headed niggas will get they
through I see bitches, corner to corner, block to block You know, basically it's just (funky) [Richie Rich] Corner to corner, block to block Flock Zeuses and EV's that
That?s why I love this mic and how I got so good at Bussin? all these flows and bussin? all these tracks We gon? get some gold get us some platinum plaques (I heard that
I run New York) [50 Cent talking] Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D
me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind Told myself I'm a grind As soon as I get out that paper
get it back? (that ain't gangsta) niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta) If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta) Verse 2: You'd
