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)