I Get My Paper

[Chorus: x2] I get my paper on my block I get my paper from my block I get my paper all the time I keep tellin' you Look if you deal coke and your still broke Start grindin' more homes Cause I'm a drug connoisseur homes In the hood good jobs so hard the find like dinosaur bones I'm tryi'na start shinin' more homes Thats why I make em hurry up and buy Like that china store homes Cause they'ya give ya time for a dime or more stones And tell it ain't ma twist I'm not that kinda boy homes But a lotta niggas singin' like the commodore homes I'm ridin' when its time for war homes The chrome on my hip could flip a fully grown dinosaur homes I'm the kinda boy known to split domes when I palm the Taurus Or spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus Ma mind like a thesaurus I'ma shine regardless my brain a dictionary Lames I'm quick to bury I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries So get your own sound The hustlas home now [Chorus: x3] E'ry bar I write like a brick of that hard white I've truly been blessed This a gift from the lord Christ So if you livin' the hard life you cant give back the hand you was delt So play ya cards right They say you ain't promised tomorrow right? So I stay in the streets like a deer that stare in that car light With the high beams on and the fog lights lit I get my lean on On some bars type shit Until my cream gone and my bar like this In my all white tee and my all white kicks And I still toss the white on the strip Thats why I floss like this With my frost bite wrist cause we all quite rich I love this life I threw different color ice in my cross like swiss And all I give brauds is hard type dick Have 'em twirlin' they tongue Yeah I know I got a girl and a son But um, its a mans world and I'm as real as they come [Chorus: x3] I'm from a block where niggas get it poppin' at Where kats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats But you gotta aim low when you poppin' that Cause that hot shit got kicked like a soccer match I'm from where the m1s and the choppas at Philli is where you could come to go gun shoppin' at You rockin' plack Got the chain with the watch to match You better watch ya back it'll be gone you ain't got yo gat Kats'll jack ya,POP, he ain't got a strap Kats'll rob ya mom if she got a stack Cause niggas tryin'a get paid And niggas ain't tryin'a get waves when they rockin' a stockin' cap Where I'm at, they got gourmet pots of crack And you will spend like 24 for a block of that My niggas tryin'a get the cheese but no not to rat I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't a option at [Chorus: x3]