Dj Paul - Paper Chase lyrics

[Hook: Fatal] 2x When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase [Verse 1: Fatal] Never wastin' em Had a slug bug chasin' em Spin em before they spun The M-1, close-casin' em Defacin em like county property He'd die for me Spittin' on your whole image, I rob you and make a mockery Yo ya see that party by Haus Cucasimenas Trife on that a** Who better hit the ground fizast f** that financially Fatal stable satanically Mash on your little stash n***as testin' the family Play the eddie cane with your petty game Breakin' ya un-ready friend when you f** with who-freddy sein n***a dip off blood, I get that back and let the free fall Hit ya with six shots, let you in bail a** hits off Fatal Hussein, from the cradle to the grave Tokin' like big Suge till every label know my name And they ask 'Whats up with Yak and who shot Pac? And who rode on you tryin' to test the block' [Hook: Fatal] 2x When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase [Verse 2: DJ Paul] What the f**! Those n***as bailin out of range rovers Lucky Louisiana, lucky as a f**in fully clothed camera boy The cast there, hangin mother f**er sat there Sayin now she was a tear da little homies at chess game Dodge all my life, these n***as no good the trigger man Fatal flaw man from another hood doin yeah Those are the rules in this mafia race Tear Da Club up Thugs mash down on a g-string... [Verse 3: Juicy J] When we drop Always keep them co*ked Make them things pop On the block n***as never stop Tryin' to run cops Out the hood, n***as no good Ridin' in the wood With the grain, fatal hussein Gonna bring the pain Put the coo to your 40 brew Robbers on the loose Nothing new cuz we let em out If we fight or shoot All you hoes weak And I know do you wanna roll With these thugs livins In the blood ghetto hesito foo [Gangsta Pat Sample] Break out artillery, hide the mother f**in' product Break out artillery, hide the mother f**in' product [Hook: Fatal] 2x When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase [Verse 4: Lord Infamous] Now it is time to get rough with the drama b**hes you cannot escape from the hunter Evil scarecrow Devil spells go Deep in my soul Blood on my clothes Criminal hands and I must squeeze a weapon Listen to sounds of the lead when we steppin' Infamous comes from the south territory Listen to some of my demonic poetry Circles of Triple Six men smokin' ganja Ritual with dead bodies on the furniture So many soldiers are coming to destroy ya Six million sinister satanic warriors Ill still, feel drill, will k**, nina-milli, flame a philly I will fill the enemy with about twenty slugs To the mug, one more trick in the mud quick I want all my Tear Da Club Up Thugs to rip this sh** [Hook: Fatal] (fading out) When it's on then it's on, it can't be erased Tear Da Club Up Thugs and Fatal, we on a Paper Chase