paper stackin Not bout who act the baddest (Baddest) Grams, I'm packin lincolns I'm good with the mathematics I got a kilo on me (On me) I'm goin to see
ready? Some, some, some I, some I murder Some I, some I let go Some, some, some I, some I murder Some I, some I let go All I wanna do is And a, and
paper stackin Not bout who act the baddest (Baddest) Grams, I'm packin lincolns I'm good with the mathematics I got a kilo on me (On me) I'm goin to
, I make 'em all day I get one down in a second if you wait [x2] Sometimes I think sitting on trains Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game Everyone's a
nothin from me I'm hungry for it, I'm fadin niggaz 'cross the border And if they want war, we can war (we can war) I'm chin-chose down to the floor (uhh
on a natural high see what I'm saying Shit is natural (yea no doubt) shit is like baking a cake Know what I mean, like squeezing a hand joint (word up
dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't been home since Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses Standing cold, CEO, now I'm
i control heat i'm bout to buy the ozone layer im into coppin minerals now diamonds and granite so much paper i could probably gift wrap a planet and
What`s underneathe or even if it's real I`m hoping she a freak cause I ain`t tryna chill I`m tryna get it poppin, wit a shortie like mine That's
I'm tighter with diddy, I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man long as I know I'm nice fuck it I'm my own fan, remix the joint you had but they
head, I'm a gonna tell you what the plan Holla at a playa [x4] Boom clap if you bout paper Holla at a holla at a holla at a playa Cell phone or pager
weak with desire I know that I'm supposed to make him wait Let him think I like the chase But I can't stop fanning the fire I know I'm meant to say no
t do competition verbally, I'm ownin you All you pussy niggas best beware I don`t care I got planty planet? hoes ????????? I'm a razor about the booth
in the jail my nigga I'm doin good Brooklyn we did it I'm keepin it all hood Keep hatin I'm rollin I'm goin past you Chicks like oooh I like him you see
catch a bad one I turn y'all happy camper rappers into sad ones Always bless you with a new joint Shit you never heard I need a place to lay low