t sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Won't trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white Please Lord
rounds in a clip (jea) Outta line get 20 rounds in ya hip (ayyy) Shoot first and ask question lata (lata) Da answer is it was all about da paper (jea
't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah) First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy) Road Trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white Please Lord
, no I didn't That's just what you wanted to hear from me Is that I fucked up ain't, it? But I can bust one take without lookin' at no paper It doesn
the first of next month But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt But I aint got no weed, no phillies, or no papers Plus I'm a rapist
the D yeah that was me Pickin' up the kid from the game, I just wasn't chasin' the fame I been chasin' the paper product and givin' lames the pain Accusations
As if they can't see the misery In which they live Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless Check it You don't have to bump this but please respect
I lived my life a product made to crumble But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin
points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little ceas' I'll bring you fake g's to yah knees Copin' pleas with these [? ? ? ]
question Wanted for investigation And even though i'm marked for death I'ma spark 'til i lose my breath Motherfuckers Every time i see the paper i see
a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler [E.D.I. Amin] Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious Gotta get that paper quickly and escape the
blew all of his chips on dem breezies Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy Look I don't give a FUCK, nigga please believe me No nigga in no
skunk through the hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please This
Sit down and listen ’cause I’ve got good news for you It was in the papers today Some physician had made a discovery This’ what she had to say: (oooh
Please just don't play with me My paper heart will bleed This wait for destiny won't do Be with me please I beseech you Simple things, that make you run
Its in the paper every day I see it in the headlines and I feel so sick, yeah As another life leaves this world (this world) so full of hate But short
the floor Yeah [Verse 2: Chingo Bling] Big breast, she was rockin' pink sweats Paid to get laid, this ain't no cheap sex Now I'm seein' more paper than
to appreciate the way I please ya And don't confuse me for a ca-ah-Captain Save A. Yeah, you a dime, but baby, I'm 'bout that paper Repeat Chorus [Russell
