D-Shot - Be About Yo' Paper lyrics

(We havin' so much fetti, homes, we can't quit now) [Verse 1: B-Legit] I break the back off a cake Mix some soda with this A-1 D I ziplock and flip flop, 43 I'm livin' like a kingpin 'cause I had clients Them b**hes love to f** with us Hillside giants And I was hittin' me one, no matter the cost A 4-4-2 with the dual exhaust With so much rumble in the back of my load I hit the parking lot and watch convertibles fold Them zippers was sold, them b**hes use to hold my D And back then an ounce would cost you a G I stacked 22 and had 21 left 7 to the k**, n***a, thanks to my chef They was lovin' me to d**h 'cause I had cream Them n***as double up so dope fiend never seen And on my team you, gon' get your green 'Cause a n***a had to have it by all means [Chorus 2X: Levitti] Be about yo' paper, mayne Fetti, scrilla, scratch, mayne Be about yo' paper, mayne Fetti, scratch, mayne [Verse 2: D-Shot] My paper, my paper is way too strong 'Cause when it comes to fetti, muthaf**a, it's on Money, scratch, revenues and all that sh** Stingy n***a in your hood tryin' to strike at rich I gots the town hecks a sewed up Thangs for 13-5, no bakin' soda I'm to heavy the feds can't f** with me My lawyers paid so f** the D.E.A Boss ballin droppin sacks through your f**in hood You want it hard or soft, It's to the good We're gettin stronger with this distribution drug sh** We're gettin bigger muthaf**as don't want to see my Click I'm in and out, from town to f**in' town Collectin' mail, makin' my f**in' rounds Northern Cali is the place where a n***a dwells Nuts hangin', b**h, I'm about my mail [Chorus] [Verse 3: E-40] Sittin' on top of a mattress full of dried up pee stains Choppin up my candy cane Use your razor blade, n***a, use a safety pin See, I probably wouldn't quit if they raided my sh** Soon as I get out I'm rit back in it Now I got my own car and we're thick as sh** Oh, you ain't know? A car's a click Employees on the boulevard rough and tough'n Got my test clean from puff and stuff'n Came off a hook up on some chops never been fired off Steal a box with the styrofoam, guaranteed not to cough Vallejo, V-Town, Valley Joe No respect for the muthaf**in' po-po A Yabba Doo, the boys in blue be gettin' shook'n Sometimes I'm suited up, sometimes I'm bummy lookin' Slick and sly, whoppin 'em at they own game Publicity stunts changing my pager number every three months [Chorus]