on my team you gone get your green Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means [Chorus] [Levitti] Be about yo paper main Fetti, scrilla, scratch main [D-Shot] My paper, My paper
my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just
! Hahahaha, hey fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be
it's hurtin ya, it's when I fuck ya fasta, don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have to, shut this mutha fucka down, bend
paper chasers, smokin blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust
It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be
: [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was then Instead a
my neck that will never ever fade Rolex watch on my wrist nigga getting paid Thats all I live fo , you dig it Game is to be sold not to be told thats
the outside in I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin Would it make you feel better
mind you got's to be's wit out Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about I break a ho in break 'em
make it home Then all ring ring on the mobile phone Area code said 404 "Oh yo this Akon what up nig man yo shit sound good" Shut up nigga! Click Just
THANG THANG [Ghostface Killah] Somethin in the hole went (Click Click) The boxcutter went (Click Click) Somethin in the hole went (Click Click) The boxcutter went (Click Click
save you even if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks the way I be robbin banks I'm a fiend for
paper Not to mention the inadequecies of welfare And the lack of a proper universal health care They don't know about the common man They care about distractin
of shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid... [chorus] I'ma sell my dope can't trust no bitch Pop my wheel break bread with my click If
Buck and Tay I bet ya look twice, [Young Buck] Yo mind must the still in da gutta, thinkin we gon suffa, id ratha ductape yo mutha, and be on dis summa
1 of the 1 of the dollaz of dollaz happen to happen to fall/ it be click pow click pow click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/ i got my chrome protect
joint, so tell Spike about it I'm all that, that your bitch be writin home about it Shout it out, praise the Lord, hallelujah! This could be love,