Paperwork

[Intro] Statik Selektah [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah I'm a dynamic duo all by my damn self I got that fire, the hottest shit on the damn shelf Niggas go right, I'ma pan left on GP I don't need them niggas to see me, be easy Runnin' your mouth but you don't know what you be talkin' 'bout Soon as we see them fuck boys come in, we walk 'em out That's right, we gotta even up the odds now Pullin' up the skirts and exposin' all of the frauds now Because it's later for you snakes in the grass That's what's wrong with the hood, you let niggas that's fake get a pass But meanwhile, real niggas die at a high rate From the West Coast to the Dirty South to the Tri-State You know we hatin', why wait? Give that nigga the blues Run up on him, flash the strap, he gon' shit in his shoes Piss in his pants and pass out Then we dig in his pockets and take the cash out and leave him ass out [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] I saw that paperwork, ya homie a rat How you still hangin' with him? You been knew about that Huh, but we gon' get back to that later Malcolm X would be alive if what's-his-name wasn't a hater I ain't march when them other million niggas did But I marched in Brooklyn when they had the parade for BIG (Biggie!) White America on drugs, Becky sniffin' lies Pull 'em over like they black, watch how many pills you find (Watch) But they ain't gon' pull 'em over 'cause they ain't black (They not) I saw that paperwork, you can't tell me you ain't rat We all did some shit we be wishin' we could take back But you cooperated with police, I can't relate to that When you a street nigga, it's certain shit you ain't supposed to do That paperwork comin' out, niggas gon' be exposing you (You a rat) Oh, we live on TIDAL right now Come see this real nigga rap, Uncle Murda and Bun B