Paperchase lyrics

Artist  : Do Or Die 
Song : Paperchase



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Chorus:
Paperchase I'm on a motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase I'm on a motherfuckin'
paperchase
Verse One:
I need...mo money mo
money mo suck 'em fast suck 'em slow
Even
though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the
streets
tryin' to keep it real
Pass that
shit let me take a hit hopin' this money
ain't
counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in
line and let 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money let's
be up which you wanna ride, the
Benz or the
Truck
Back up, get on the one way cuz more
Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin'
trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them
blocks
Got my glock, never stick middle finger
up my ass, known to blast
Keep me down, where
I'm from I'm known to clown
Get a dub off a
nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro
black
achiever, leave her, thug and
ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the
scene, let in the wonder
let all the smoke
out
And if Luke coulda broke out
Gotta make
more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in
the
breeze, ain't spittin' cheese
What a freak
wanna trip off, sip off the lame with
the
game, get sick of the man who point the
blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be
P-A,P-E-R...chase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm
on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm
on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse 2:
You
see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my
fo
with open arms when my option is to my
mission it's a paperchase
So when you face to
face: mom and dollar, keep to the
streets, hit
the joints like hollow
Boy better figure if you
owe them, better low then
With po-po corruption
on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
a couple of
zeros
I'm sittin' there makin'
dollars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna
holler
Back to the streets again, but a nigga
wanna go there
The game treatment so
fair
Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm
brutal, choppin'
up that paper like you
know
Gotta click since I call them blue
notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to
Pluto
Get that new song
Nineteen ninety-six
we be paperchasin'!
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm
on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm
on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Verse
3:
I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter,
Belo
Had dreams about runnin' four to the
floor
O.G.s in my house me in the
clause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want
more
Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the
good shit makes
you forget about the bad
bit
Now you make a nigga match wits
Never
want what I never had, 'cause I never had
shit
The basketball, the all, the ounce,
bounce, A to the motherfucking K
I smoke the
bead but they keep on calling me and they
want
my apology
And they fall, see it's
unexplainable how money's unattainable
if you
play in this game
So nigga never call me names
when I aim the gun but holler:
A to the
motherfucking K with a motherfucking
spray-ay-ay
A to the motherfucking K with a
spray-ay-ay
It's 95 keep your ass out the
line-up
Why don't you keep the double-time up,
pimp keep them lines up
Help 'em talk to
shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase
be for me 'cause you got blasted with
an
eighth of a key
Niggas be be-comin' up but
come or stay away
And I'll let you take your
fate with three...
Bullets to the chest, put
your body rest
If you know P-gang going for
the G-Style
Never relax, realize don't give a
one-too-many free packs
Come check your ho to
see I'm a G
I-get in a sick dream
Paid to
pick teams in a room full of dick fiends
Much
love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get
greens
for the troop of 15, what the shit
mean?
It's you bitch, you better save your
breath, 'cause you
can't count how many days
is left
Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check,
until I'm ready to wreck
Then a motherfucker
gonna be paid to death
Because I'm goin' on a
paperchase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a
motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a
motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a
motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm on a
motherfuckin' paperchase