[Talking:]
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D.O.D., new style (hustlas)
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AK, Belo
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Bout to show 'em how to paper chase
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Chicage if you with me
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C'mon, tell me something K
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[Verse 1: AK]
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Do you know, now do you know
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They give you, triple-life in jail
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For some shit that you didn't even do?
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Now do you know, now do you know
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They got majority locked down
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While we cry for our peoples and they tools
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Now do you know, now do you know
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They got a nigga in hell
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But we hustle cause our rent is past-due
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Now do you know, now do you know
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We know right from wrong
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But motherfucka's ain't actin' brand new
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[Hook: N.A.R.D]
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This shit is all good
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We hustle in the hood
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I gotta get my money riiight
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If it don't make dollars
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It don't make sense
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I gotta get my money riiight
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This shit is all good
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We hustle in the hood
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I gotta get my money riiight
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If it don't make dollars
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It don't make sense
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I gotta get my money riiight
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[singing: Lady]
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We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)
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Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care
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No matter what haters might say
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We grindin' like every day
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Can't let this get away
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We gon' get this paper
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[Verse 2: Belo]
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I wake up early
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Start chiefin' while gettin' blown
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I'm thinkin' of ways
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That I can get my money on
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I got four-five in the 'Lac
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And packed with chrome
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And bitches be all grimey
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They fuck til' yo money gone
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I keeps it grimey
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You find me off in the hood
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Gettin' dis-combobulated
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With' little Jimmy and them and umm
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We poppin' bottles
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You follow while shootin' craps
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Give me daps, rock up, get paid
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On the block, we get to hoppin' em
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Now, what you say, now, now
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My pockets hum with the mum
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With the bump, get crunk
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Well I'm bout to kick it off
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I got my nigga with' pump
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With' the thumb, let's go, well
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We goin' out for the door
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And I'm not lettin' off
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I gots to keep the hustle
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I got to keep the paper
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A broke man can't understand
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If he don't got paper
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Benjamins won't come to you
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Unless you go head out and make 'em
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No matter what they say
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I'm always paper chasin'
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[Hook: Lady singing]
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We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)
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Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care
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No matter what haters might say
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We grindin' like every day
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Can't let this get away
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We gon' get this paper
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Paper (Paper)
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Paper (Chase that paper y'all)
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Paper (Paper)
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Paper
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[Verse 3: N.A.R.D]
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I know it's hard without a nine-to-five job
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Or a twenty-four hustle
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When the coke get low
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It make the whole street struggle
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I grind so grimey
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Because my ho shoes buckle
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And my pants drag low
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I got to fold 'em down and tuck 'em
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The dream from the past
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Was to come outta the shade and scuffle
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Now watch the rich people sit back and get paid
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While the haters and the envy had a plan for that
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They tried to put me in a situation-
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Where they thought I couldn't adapt
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I'm tryin'a tell you...
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You livin' in a cold, cold world
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When I used to live in the 'jects
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With' a dope fiend girl
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You ain't never had no struggle like this
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And you ain't had a hustle like this
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If you ain't never walked around in my shoes before
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How can you judge all the drugs that I've used before?
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Lord help me, look at the place that we livin' in
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And tell me you wouldn't scuffle
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To get you some dividends
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[Hook: Lady singing]
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We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)
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Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care
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No matter what haters might say
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We grindin' like every day
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Can't let this get away
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We gon' get this paper
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Get This Paper
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| Do Or Die |
