messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross:] Why ya hatin on me cause I'm elevatin homie Every day I find another way to put that paper on me
: (Katy Perry) Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like
Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga
is censored, my hopes are gone I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen
understand it's a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts
Always the young niggaz gettin in shit She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin
tell yall f**k the world, Your baby moms and your baby girl You muthaf**kas so fake, Yo they made me wanna earl Blake, hate snakes thug hatin the degree Outlawz on a paper
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 my picture, when
God can judge me [synth voice] Only God can judge me now [heart monitor: long beep] Flatline! [Verse Two: 2Pac] I hear the doctor standing over me [heart
with game You claim to be a playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers touch for life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip Biggie
game You claim to be a playa But, I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls
! When you gon' wake up? Turn - 7 to 14! - 14 to 28! - A 0 to 62! - Nigga get up yo' weight Learn how to duck the jake, stack yo' paper, then ya straight
is milky Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
: [Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds
as King Kong in the street now I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper
to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never
: [50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
smile after you wipe your tears The reason you have the courage to confront your fears The reason there's two karats in each your ears I sperge with the paper