on my team you gone get your green Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means [Chorus] [Levitti] Be about yo paper main Fetti, scrilla, scratch main [D-Shot] My paper, My paper
obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It don't change robbin' shit in this game I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest But who's down to
hoes Split wigs if i have to be cool Don't put a mask on ya' face just be yo' self Try provin' ??? to yo niggas my get dealt I got a click that's stronger
! Hahahaha, hey fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be
my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just
paper chasers, smokin blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust
bring a, hoe bout to that Anna, don't squeeze her Get out yo fuckin' Beamer, this is a jack, and don't be reachin' for yo strap Cause I'm will comnesed
: [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was then Instead a
about that, nigga? [Chorus: Streetlife (Ready Roc) {Method Man} ] Look at my house, how about that, nigga? (Sour dies', how about that, nigga? {Big paper, how about
where I'm from Now my team, is out for cream and you know exactly what I mean So any click tryin to stop us is the click that gets seen [Lil' Ceasar] Yo, yo, yo
gotta do [Chorus] [Verse 3: Playa Fly] Rappin of my mission with intention to this pimpin' now Stackin' up some paper cuttin' capers takin' lemons out Workin' out and showin' out to be the best that Fly can be
on her way, about to get paid but never turning Hollywood He's on his way, about to get paid but never turning Hollywood [Neb Love] I used to be that
blessed to be buildin it. Best in this Bari o Bane and bazaar and more bills in this. Bangin this baby's be blingin as his booty. Big booty, big bucks
the outside in I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I'll be quiet I just spit it how I live it homie I don't be lyin Would it make you feel better
mind you got's to be's wit out Me I'ma git a ho who gone make show my pockets seen about P-i-m-p-i-n-g is all I be's about I break a ho in break 'em
It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be
his hand You shook like a pitt and put yo hands on the man Now that I'm thinkin' it's good that you did it Cause as paper was showin' that thang'n was
