dice game Craps bets over car titles, pink slips, cash money Watchin out for rival gang members beefin bad weather But it all boils down to who got the most paper
named Blue Rag A crazy-ass Crip with a 4-4 Mag So watch out cause I'ma get you too Another Slob bites the dust, fool! Put my pen through the paper I'm
ya', who make them hits for ya' And when you down and out, I'm goin' make them knicks for ya' All my niggas paper chase, paper chase, And when them motherfuckers
more paper than a fax Motherfuckers gettin to showin out when they off ecstasy Liable, to fuck a hoe on her menstrual cycle Vital, lookin out for the rival
promise respect Death before dishonor correct? - Yup That's what you promised me, since the (?)lee Along with, if we stay strong We can get paper longer
bets over car titles pink slips cash money Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin' bad weather but it all boils down to who got the most paper [
pain Some are drained by the struggle, others have no shame Lame rival cats goin hard, talkin all that fake shit Runnin out of patience, hungry ghetto niggaz take shit Niggaz need paper
jus how we doin, got yo Auntie, she pursuin Yo lil sister been boo-hooin, and yo gal I been screwin But I'm movin on cause I cant let my paper stop And
of hennesy And my eye out for the riders We yell fuck the P-D Yeah thats the motto We callin on all thugs No fakes, murder for hire Paper chases, we
but wonderin' where heaven is Still I focus on the streets, probably cuz I have to be Fetty makin' shootin' dice, a Playa learnin' not to cheat I trial from a rival
executed And the country breathe a sigh of relief Goodness prevails over evil, it seems Somehow when he's gone, we feel safer Little do we know [Verse One] Today the paper
to all y'all players and y'all haters Haters keep watching y'all back and y'all players keep creeping and stacking that paper [Baby Bash] (Now) Now why
coast mary jane on the east coast, they're going whacko for that stack of paper on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack that paper we screamin
talkin' husband - she buggin'. My method of flowin' expression through poem, salt of the Earth like the ocean - God's chosen spokesman. Creation to cremation, to be blatant - fuck Satan - paper
is what we're dealing ya Illegal and Det team with the vets N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up Getting paper
plus the 20" rims And what they hittin fo', I roll 7 out the do' Took his bankroll, plus his diamond and his gold 8: 'don't be late' is for my niggas paper
Timothy McVeigh is executed And the country breathe a sigh of relief Goodness prevails over evil, it seems Somehow when he's gone, we feel safer Little do we know Today the paper
built durin' the medieval Shall remain in the ordained Byzantine Empire Take you higher one stage is a mass of fire, but sting like Nigger your arch rival