Paperchase

(Hook, AK) Paper chase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paper chase Paper chase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paper chase (Verse 1, Belo) I need.. Mo money, mo money mo! Some cum fast, some cum slow Even though I got to pay my bills I'm still on the streets tryina keep it real Pass this B, let me take a hit Hopin this money ain't counterfeit Give 'em two, and let 'em go and see lyin' the middle of the twenty's so Cuff that money, and lets be up What'chu wanna ride, the Benz or the truck? Bag up, get on the runway, cuz more Sunday's hotter than Monday Often gettin' trailed by cops, better get away by bendin blocks Cop my Glock, don't stick a middle finger up my ass, known to blast Keep me down, where I'm from, I'm known to clown Get a dub, off it now go get a sack, I'm back to a black Acheive it, leave it, thug and a ashtray More to the fact I'm back to the scene Let the window down, and let all the smoke out (let all the smoke out) And if Luke coulda broke out Gotta make more stacks of these, so its eaz' for a brotha to breeze Ain't splittin' cheese wit a freak, wanna trick off so pick off the lame in the game Get'cha sick off the man who point the blame Still a, P-O, P-I, M-P, we be, P-A, P-E-R, chase (Hook) (Verse 2, AK) You see my ninth Mom smokin', money scopin' 'tween my fo With open arms when my opposition, my mission it's to paperchase So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep from the streets Hit the joints like hollow-point Figure, if you owe them, better load them 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, make a nigga wanted to holler Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there The game didn't treat me so fair Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me, I'm brutal Choppin' up that paper like you know Gotta clique, since I call them blue notes Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto Get that new song Nineteen ninety-six, we be paperchasin' (Hook) (Verse 3, N.A.R.D.S.) Check the paper like an entrepreneur Had dreams about runnin' the Ford Explorer Four G's in my house from here to Florida Nigga want cheese, but nigga want more Bumpin' all the good shit cause all the good shit makes You forget about the bad bitch 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 B but they keep on calling me And they wantin' my apology And they fall, and 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: ughh A to the motherfucking K, with a motherfucking spraaay-yay-yay A to the motherfucking K, with a spraaay-yay-yay See a nine-to-five 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 (Verse 4, Twista) Ya lookin' at the best win The paper chase be for me? Cuz you got blessed in with an eighth of a ki? Niggas be creepin', comin' up, or confiscate, you ate? And let you suffer to your fate with three Bullets to the chest, put your body to rest If you dont peep game, goin' for the g-stacks Never re-lax, re-act! Don't give away too many free packs And check ya ho to see how she act Get in the sick dreams, paid, you don't pick teams In a room full of dick fiends Much love to thugs, that sacrifice they life And get greens for they two for fifteens What the shit means? Is you bitches better save your breath Cuz you can count how many days is left Let the weed smoke blaze my chest, until I'm laid to rest A motherfucka gon' be paid til' death Because I'm goin' on a paper chase (Hook)