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Ima be a rich nigga baby momma pissed nigga
Chains on my neck glow just like a light fixture
Well I got the mic so I only think its right nigga
Let

Just ain't enough stop the violence
So we hit em with a hashtag
And watch em fall beside us

I'm just tryna live a life
That you could see up in

The whole time he didn't even know who he was talkin' to
Live by the gun, play with fire, better know you gon' get burned
Best believe I ain't got no force

Big Ol Bag I'm chasin' paper
Did it by myself ain't need no favors
(Ooh that's a Harbody Beat)

All you niggas doubt me and i say it proudly, and no

Staring at the page, till my words come to life
Keep my mind sharp, live by the knife
I survived the fall, and answered the call
Told Uncle Sam, that we're

the paper don't miss
Everybody want a piece but they won't take a risk
Ya ya
Light show, spent a check up on the wrist
How you gon live if you don't

Got

Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness

1997

takin' life as a gamble 
And living in the rotten apple yo where every core is rotten 
All my niggas rest in peace ya see you gone but not forgotten

throw in the bank
Throw too much in the bag it might break
I stay captivated by my capital
Can't wait to break bread, no sabbatical
Imma cop me a new

the game, yeah, since Acid Pro
And I've been writing bars in my Apple phone
MIB click, fingerprints never leave tints
Structures breaking, no justification,

too
Grinding twenty-four by seven put a tumor in me soon
It's another brown soundcloud rapper nother bad apple
Half of that answer get you whacked like

Wu Banga

GZA

Supreme Clientele

2000

of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare

of broken rocks
Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops
Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare

Really, really wish they would
Y'all don't stand a chance. Well y'all never really stood one
Coming to you live from the motherfucking underground
Yeah I

to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he

That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island

And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By

(pop out, nigga)
Tell the crowd it's free Ralo and long live Dolph (stop all that hidin' nigga)
We the ones up the score in the city
Say a bag on my

live in a barn


[Chorus]
Take the stage, it's on us to pave the way 
Day by day, it's more than a paper chase 
Change the base, from hard knocks like

a few papers, an eighth and some change
Thought to myself and i silently prayed, thanking who saves that i haven't been paid
He let me off with a warning,

You bustin' swishin' swishes
We burn it by the pound
We talkin' stacks of bricks
Whatever it takes to make it
We talkin' crack a his
When they is tryin'

you)
(Yeah, you make me feel alive)
(When I'm by your side)
(Yeah, you got me feelin' right)
(Everytime I'm wit' you)
(Yeah, you make me feel alive)

posh
We blow the bag, get the cake on the regular
Left the dealer, we throwin' by three thousand
Send her the pic of my new bitch, she jealous
I here

a hunnid the freeway
I ain't got no time to waste
I ain't got no time to wait
Gettin paper on the daily
I remember times that I had no money to play
Makin

I always lived it by paying attention to facts
I'm gon' live, I'm gon' die
I'm gon' laugh, I'm gon' cry
I'm gon' grieve, I'm gon' smile
Things will

of the dope
Balled up like nuggets
I get it by the truckload
Boxed up like Huggies
Hooked up with Paper Route
We ‘bout to make it ugly
Shouts out to Daddy-O,