the green but I'm not the weed, man Ay, ay you got that? I got what you need, man Rough raps and booze, that's what we feed, fans I got a body count
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced On my knees to God, beggin for repentence I'm convinced, that I'm a thug They got me fiendin for my
it out Aiight One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta Thank my math teacher Count Dracula For just teachin' a brother to you know Count his marbles you
'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E A P-I-M-P Well I might be But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that With the black khakis and chucks and a muthafuckin' ski
pond And I hope you catchin' on to every line Who am I? [Hook] The Best Rapper Alive (4x) Swagger right (check) game tight And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-
P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase [Chorus:] Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase [Verse
'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit I'm a R-I-D-E for L-I-F-E A P-I-M-P Well I might be But i'm a thug nigga, you can count on that
, And I hope you catchin' onto every line, Who am I? Hook: The Best Rapper Alive (Yep) x4 Swagger right (check) Game tight And they gone R-E-S-P-E-C-
count money My nickname is Billy I'm a motherfucking star My penthouse so high That my address is Mars Auto oil rig Now my bank counts Arabian Yacht so
Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c.r.e.a.m