Paper Right

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Rick has a ounce of crack, turn that to a whole joint

Then he got that nina and he turned that to a whole point

Yeah I break them pounds down, never got that brown, brown

Take it to my homie crib and then I break it down, down

Used to flood this whole shit, just like the surround sound

Already...used to go and pound pound

Just to get a whole one, copy he gonna throw one

Omelly in the kitchen whipping white until his nose run

Then I met my nigga Mill, hit me with that trick or treat

Took her to the south side and I was right back in the week

Fresh from out of jail cell, right back out there in the streets

Yeah I was out on bail now it's time to pay these lawyers fees

30 charges pending and the cops can come and quote on me

PD ain't gonnna do shit but just sit me in that court and plee

And I ain't trying cop out, looking for a knock out

Highschool I dropped out, so I can sling that rock out

[Chorus: Master P]

I'm a hustler nigga, all night

Till I get my fucking paper right

Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop

And ... that's a bently coop X 2

[Verse 2: Master P]

I'm on my grind and I don't sleep

Don't fuck with you haters, not the police

Nigga client trying to give me for a half a key

I got my young niggas that'll put ya ass right to sleep

This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete

Dribbling that ball thru the hood they call me CP3

I did it once now I'm back bitch look at me

No need for album motherfucker and we in the streets

[Chorus: Master P]

I'm a hustler nigga, all night

Till I get my fucking paper right

Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop

And ... that's a bently coop X 2

[Verse 3: Alley Boy]

Warm out that south side

Rider die we shoot to kill

Wake up in the morning real

Grab my keys and shine my grill

Used to be broke now my status on heavy weight

Passing through my hood I'm good

I told you I'm gonna get that cake

Errybody nodes me, you can even quote me

I'ma chase that money, get that money, yeah I'm floating

Put my whole team on, we rocking stupid stones

Right back to the block cause my hustle game strong

Unanimous decision I don't see no competition

We beat them to submission, cooking work in gramas kitchen

I'm the bread winner, and I just ate but still I'm hungry

Hungry for that money, with my niggas I'm 100

I'm thugging till the death of me

Feed me weed and Hennesey

Out here where these killas be I'm ... don't fuck with me

Black cold pay job, I did it for my hellya

Gotta get that money, so much money, boy I tell ya

[Chorus: Master P]

I'm a hustler nigga, all night

Till I get my fucking paper right

Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop

And ... that's a bently coop X 2

OK,I'm ripping, flipping, chickens with the pot until its all bad

Hands for that pound fear nigga we ain't playing fair

I play this game for keeps, big bad wolf, so you sheeps

Bout my paper, I'm a beast ima show up were you sleep

Dressed in all black with the beam all out of focused

Take ya head up of ya shoulders ain't no simple way should know dis

Nigga it's open season, I hit the block runnin im a huslling motha fucka u ain't takin nuthin from me Get money

I had to grind, niggas got tired of being broke

When all I see is poverty, plus the economy so low

Like fuck a job I supply the ... if you a ...

Go for 23 5 you want it then come and purchase

Me and my niggas in the kitchen we flip mo chickens then church

Dont ask me to put you on, you weren't here with me when I was hurting

Bitch i got it on my own from selling work to the verses

I'm a hustler nigga, all night

Till I get my fucking paper right

Pass the ball, that's a alley hoop

And ... that's a bently coop X 2