Soul Diggaz - Paper Chaser lyrics

[Intro: Uncle Murda] Ha ha, go! Brooklyn, MGM East New York [Chorus: Uncle Murda] Lamborghinis, Ferraris Maserati, Bugattis Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys Benjis on top of Benzis [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] This kush got my eyes low like I'm from Hong Kong Chicks around me with no bras and no thongs on Chains, watches and bracelets, [?] We smack n***as in the face with stacks of big faces n***as ain't on our level, bury ‘em get the shovel Flow so hot n***as think I'm related to the devil All of my j**elry heavy, none of my j**elry hollow My hoodrat chick teachin' my model chick how to swallow I'm about a dolla, if I ain't chasin' a dolla I'm lickin' and trickin' on some trick who head game is propa I'm strapped with the choppa get you f**ed up by the coppas Slug tearin' through his vest like he gotta go see a doctor Homie show me the money, or show me a stripper who could do somethin' I never seen before and tip her, ay! [Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) I'm on a paper chase, I'm runnin' to the money Go! Go! Go! I'm runnin' to the money [Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) Go! Go! Go! I'm about a dolla Go! Go! Go! Shorty you should holla [Chorus: Uncle Murda] Lamborghinis, Ferraris Maserati, Bugattis Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys Benjis on top of Benzis [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] Money, power, respect, I respect money is power The government full of sh**, they helpin' us move this powder How you think we get it? Homie they help us get it Sit back and watch us live it, then send us to prison Even when we go to jail they get paid, it's big business We ain't nothin' but a number, homie, a bunch of digits Police, lawyers and judges, I hate them mothaf**as They ain't really here to help us, their whole purpose is to f** us Dope, big c**aina, fo' fifths and ninas Fell in the cases, I beat them sh**s like they were misdemeanors Models, hoes and divas, Lisa carry Sabrina Woulda cut my chick off tour and got married to Alisha Forties on top of fifties, fifties on top of hundreds We gon' shop when we get there, we don't fly with luggage, oh! [Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) I'm on a paper chase, I'm runnin' to the money Go! Go! Go! I'm runnin' to the money [Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) Go! Go! Go! I'm about a dolla Go! Go! Go! Shorty you should holla [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Murder pointin' [?], I chopped a brethren in half For you, I drag ‘em from [?] to [?] and [?] These n***as ain't got the sh**s they teeth do talk New spot, new lots, n***a this East New York South BX Zoo, ooh n***a we on Never too cool to die, ooh n***a we chillin' Uncle Murda, Uncle Murda, who is these n***as grillin'? Heard he leakin' to the [?], ooh n***as be spillin' I was on one, two, and through another pair We had to cook his waffle, he couldn't hold his syrup We fare rare, never scared, say a prayer, spray a flare Hear his fourth in July on 4th of July, every year I be out, everywhere, heavy gear, never there Bloody bear, aim for them teddy bears, ready? Here I don't [?], you gon' sit on [?] Motherf**in' rascal, Medicare, Betty here Gunz mob through any hood in the f**in' tri-state NY state, high state, fly state, yeah I skate [?], from y'all space, hear what I say Next pause I play Flex, get your top eight Pa-pa-pause again