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