you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin
strip and even though we're a higher level tramping now Superceded everyone of my middle struggles and Failure never ever has been an option A paper
you, love you, baby With a little L There you were shouting out Cranking up your altercations, getting upset in your desperation Screaming and hollering How could this love become so paper
Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the
piece of meat Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge 'Cuz whenever someone dies, nobody wins But this drama, you'll never hear a word of 'Cuz all the paper
.O. of the ROC, Hov' Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the, music biz number one supplier Flyer than a piece of paper bearin' my name Got the
my jeans in the closet (closet) When I know you're the only one that wash it(wash it) So you found a piece of paper saying Tasha (Tasha) She was working
rich livin' lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin' paper paper
fly in any weather pimpin' Look, a ticket here and a ticket there And I'm the first out the hood to get rich *** still here It's big paper in the prime
ghost baby four door Rizzy Royce tryna work it out might be a bad business choice I'm bout my business boys plus I make paper come on thats old news yesterday's paper
for a purpose I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture And I've been thinking bout you Cause you've done such By doing such I get a pen and paper
picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothing You don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'
I've got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key As i wander through the street War is there a war or is there
m holding on I'm gonna be your numba 1 numba 1 nu-u-u-u-u-umba 1 (Kardinal Offishall) Yow, She's just my trophy piece Mi hot hot gal Never ever woulda
Hilson] The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number 1 number 1, number 1 [Kardinal Offishall] she just my trophy piece or me hot, hot
be Money got a hold of me Controllin' me I've got a criminal mind I can't help it, I'm on my way To pick up the pieces It's the only way I see myself
destruction trusting this crooked system Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma Trying to own a piece of the "American Corona" The revolving door, insanity every floor Sky scraping, paper
to get by Lets call us some bitches and have a good time A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by Quick piece