for show Unlike you who knows inside You're soft because A bullshit fake Paper Gangster You ain't nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake Paper Gangster
less Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster
Перевод: Кровь за кровь. "Тем не менее я Бумага Гангстер.
Перевод: Кровь за кровь. Бумага Гангстер.
for show Unlike you, who knows inside your soft because you're just another bullshit fake, paper gangster You aint nothing but an image an a liar A bullshit fake, paper gangster
not for show Unlike you who knows inside You're soft because A bullshit fake Paper Gangster You ain't nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake Paper Gangster
front of da maybach it say payback for those dat hated on me i hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang u aint a crip like snoop u aint a blood like
you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hearin’ from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for
she don't wanna spend her life in court? Lookin for back payments and fightin for that child supports Chasin checks, chasin her ounce of respect, chasin paper
plaques are bogus So I stripped them off the wall, waitin' for my cue To corner pocket eight balls you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes stackin
stupid homicidal binge 'Cuz whenever someone dies, nobody wins But this drama, you'll never hear a word of 'Cuz all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder Gang
but I do pack bone I'm a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her because the Bugatti a coupe It's blood gang slime but
bitch Blood gang muthafucka da da doe in this bitch, Make ya girl get Barry Manilow in this bitch, In the body of the World, money is the blood, And everyday
it real with us, you scared to spill your blood Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow [Talib Kweli] You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your paper
us, you scared to spill your blood Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow Verse 2: You ain?t promised tomorrow, so get your paper up You
plaques are bogus, so I stripped them off the wall Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin
[Intro - DJ Khaled] I'm for real about this shit This the remix Let's go Remix Remix Remix [Chorus - T-Pain] Welcome to my hood, everybody know everybody
can you hear me? Yeah There's certain things in life that you can stop And there's certain things in life that can't be stopped Let's go And now for