[Cha Cha]
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Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't expecting me
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Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me
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Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it
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Where Da Paper At
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Run it, told you I gotta get it
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Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address
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And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress
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Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest
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The reason why they got you in this room
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Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this business
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No matter who it be
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So this whole industry better get cool with me
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Cause see, these men adore me
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This light skin, manicured, this paper
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Hand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it
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Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that
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Too late cuz I'm gon get that
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Ain't nuttin but a 8 stack
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And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that
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Ain't no sense in statin that (one more time)
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WHERE DA PAPER AT?
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[Memphis Bleek]
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If the war's on, get it on my nigga
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You gon form the law once the four bark, nigga
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Plus the crack you sell won't match yo bell
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You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill
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Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat
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Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet
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If you a poster don, how a nigga can't eat
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I live ya four plus three feet deep
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You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the fuck up
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Finish no album, you done fucked up
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Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified
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Nigga I ain't bullshittin
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The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work
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Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat
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Sit low in the acc, where dat paper at?
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[Black Child]
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Where Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit?
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Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch?
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At one point or another I chose to do sticks
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I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dick
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If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips
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When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz
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If you don't have half my shit, have half this clip
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Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch
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I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams
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When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand
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You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand
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I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand
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And my kidz is gon have what I ain't have
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Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath
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If you blast, then we blast first
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For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt
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[Berreta]
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Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing?
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Been on the run for indictments since 18
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Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken
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It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash
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Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range
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Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet
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Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz
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Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this industry is all about
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fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months
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There ain't no way to hide bitch,
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Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch
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You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig
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Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes
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Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight
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Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5
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Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em
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Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein
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Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin
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What....
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[Throw Down]
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Respect the compition my game is con
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I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond
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Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag
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That bitch I slit his throat
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Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin
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At hand is what's gon get you and yo man missin
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See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson
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Watch him blow for he hit the ground
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And garanteed if I miss you my man'll get you
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And fuck who standin wit you when he can he hit you
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| Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that |
