paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper Had
Перевод: Talking Heads. Бумага.
Mario Winans] Go and do your thing Cuz people will talk Baby ita?™s the way The way that you are Keep your head up to the sky Confidence high Theya?™
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
piece out, fuck shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're
track This the beat you hear it bangin', he produced it himself My bad almost forgot to introduce myself My name is Trick Trick, head of the Goon Sqwad
*) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with aids Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was
me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk
ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!! When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!! We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (
disrespectful, so so so disrespectful [Verse 1] Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar Go 'head
feeling like niggas are trying to get me Forget the kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking brittney Man dre wont mix my reconds now I need to talk to
around my neck ain't There for fun But someday we'll all be old And I'll be so damn beautiful Meanwhile I'll hide my head Here in this paper bag Cause
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. this one appears to be very forceful.. Very forceful.. yeah, here we go now Niggaz, bitches, where you at talk Thug niggaz
gettin nothin over here [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty) Move it to the left (Shorty) If you ain't got your own paper
be My jewels blind bitches where they ain't able to see These fools try to talk just a little much to a G They say the wrong shit, they head just might
(feat. Jadakiss) [Chorus] Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you C'mon c'mon c'mon (hey, let me holla at you) C'mon c'mon c'mon (yo, stop runnin
and you lost, the tough talk you tuned it off Keep the four-iron there, keep on thinkin that it's for golf Nickel plate on your head, silverware is
