Do Or Die - Paperchase (feat. Tung Twista) lyrics

Artist: Do Or Die Album: Picture This Title: Paperchase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' paperchase Verse One: I need...mo money mo money mo, s** 'em fast s** 'em slow Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets Tryin' to keep it real Pa** that sh** 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 a**, 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 motherf**in' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' 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, n***a didn't wanna holler Back to the streets again, but a n***a 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 motherf**in' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' 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 n***a want cheese, n***a want more Bumpin' all the good sh** 'cause all the good sh** makes You forget about the bad bit Now you make a n***a match wits Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had sh** The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherf**ing 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 n***a never call me names when I aim the gun but holler: A to the motherf**ing K with a motherf**ing spray-ay-ay A to the motherf**ing K with a spray-ay-ay It's 95 keep your a** 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 n***as 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 sh** mean? It's you b**h, 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 motherf**er gonna be paid to d**h Because I'm goin' on a paperchase Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherf**in' paperchase