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  • Do Or Die »

    Do Or Die Paterchase текст песни

    Paterchase

    Chorus:

    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase
    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase

    Verse one:

    I need…mo money mo money mo, suck ’em fast suck ’em slow
    Even though I gotta pay my bills I’m still on the streets
    Tryin’ to keep it real
    Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin’ this money ain’t
    Counterfeit
    Give ’em 211 get ’em in line and let ’em 20 so(? )
    Cut that money let’s be up, which you wanna ride, the
    Benz or the truck
    Back up, get on the one way cuz more sundays hotter than monday
    Often gettin’ trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
    Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast
    Keep me down, where I’m from I’m known to clown
    Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I’m back, pro black
    Achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray
    More to the fact I’m back to the scene, let in the wonder
    Let all the smoke out
    And if luke coulda broke out
    Gotta make more stacks of these, so I z’s for bud in
    The breeze, ain’t spittin’ cheese
    What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the
    Game, get sick of the man who point the blame
    Still a p-o, p-i,m-p, we be p-a,p-e-r…chase

    Chorus:

    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase
    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase

    Verse 2:

    You see my nice mom smokin’, money slopin’ ’tween my fo
    With open arms when my option is to my mission it’s a paperchase
    So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the
    Streets, hit the joints like hollow
    Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then
    With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with
    A couple of zeros
    I’m sittin’ there makin’ dollars
    Verse 2 g, nigga didn’t wanna holler
    Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there
    The game treatment so fair
    Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I’m brutal, choppin’
    Up that paper like you know
    Gotta click since I call them blue notes
    Shippin’ that paper from earth to pluto
    Get that new song
    Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin’!

    Chorus:

    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase
    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase

    Verse 3:

    I’m…checkin’ paper like a hunter, belo
    Had dreams about runnin’ four to the floor
    O.g.s in my house me in the clause
    Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
    Bumpin’ all the good shit ’cause all the good shit makes
    You forget about the bad bit
    Now you make a nigga match wits
    Never want what I never had, ’cause I never had shit
    The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, a to the motherfucking k
    I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they
    Want my apology
    And they fall, see it’s unexplainable how money’s unattainable
    If you play in this game
    So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:
    A to the motherfucking k with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay
    A to the motherfucking k with a spray-ay-ay
    It’s 95 keep your ass out the line-up
    Why don’t you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up
    Help ’em talk to shiner, give me the best wish
    The paperchase be for me ’cause you got blasted with
    An eighth of a key
    Niggas be be-comin’ up but come or stay away
    And I’ll let you take your fate with three…
    Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
    If you know p-gang going for the g-style
    Never relax, realize don’t give a one-too-many free packs
    Come check your ho to see I’m a g
    I-get in a sick dream
    Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends
    Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens
    For the troop of 15, what the shit mean?
    It’s you bitch, you better save your breath, ’cause you
    Can’t count how many days is left
    Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I’m ready to wreck
    Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death
    Because I’m goin’ on a paperchase

    Chorus:

    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase
    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase
    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase
    Paperchase, I’m on a motherfuckin’ paperchase


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