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bling here Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya Been having
and by ear And then she'd find the ancient album, With its pages turned gold And the crayon-colored paper star I made so long ago But brighter than any
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry) An hour later here she come by walking past (I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
albums already classic It's got more hits than the majors I hated mathematics but still love the numbered paper Yall can suck my dick I made this bar just
I hear your name in the papers They call me, "Young Ass Weezy" I'm gon' 'round up the whole uptown We gon' burn this bitch down to the ground (to
about his everyday life, he ain't the same Goddamn, I already had a hard life once Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay You
it Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up Yeah Motivated by paper and pussy,
Gotta do what I gotta do Yeah Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled By
like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries Pass out papers that read love god I see
a fuck who it is Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints Man fuck these niggaz man Fuck
flow more clear Baby listen here, I been gettin' paper for years And program directors who fronted they disappear And grimy ass niggas get laced with
of attention I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious) Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto That bitch rocking mics in high heel
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to You
naked papers You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck From '74 to '99, did novice
a fuck who it is Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints Man fuck these niggaz man Fuck
of bein' honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lyin' here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
never get rich surrounded by broke customers You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks I
I'll shoot your black ass! I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C. I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money Straight flights I live by the cold war Drove from round the globe All I need is
album hit the shelf Grandma's favorite, she could not understand How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor Had to explain
Let's go down to the sea Let's take a walk down by the sea See the blood soaked sand go down to the sea It's such a beautiful night, love when
the dirt, nigga can't you tell? Don't I ride by in that SSL? Snoopy had to get it on, ball, beat ten of y'all I'm just tryna show 'em how them men evolve
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my
the clip like one,two,three If she by my side you can't fuck with me She always ride stay tucked with me I love Whitney she loves me Empty the clip like
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