The Neptunes - Get'cha Paper lyrics

[Royce] Uh, yeh Rock City is the anthem This one is the theme My n***a Tre [Tre] Detroit came up you know we hot 30 years were gators and big locks 600's on chrome, you don't stop Detroit we just hot [Royce] My flow switch go, pop like a pistol sh**, don't stop, its so hard How many times must I tell you how I do? How many times must I prove how I do? You, get six million ways to die, choose one Or, booya! You can get one a**igned to ya Hows about to thump, when I'm thumbin this non Ruger Something that will tear you in half and times two ya (ooh) I don't think you are better then me (no) Nobodys better then me n***as better quit believing they better then a n***a Thats merely letting them breath, I dead them with ease Now come one, you can get swallowed If you let your lead get you into something That your eraser can't get you out of I wrote a song about it, like to hear it here it go (ahhhhh haaaaaa) Thank you very much [Royce] (Chorus) Cause we get this jumpin up in here We don't want no trouble up in here I gon' get my money up in here Ladys is you with me? (ooh) Nobodys better then me (no) I don't think your better then me (ooh) Somebody better believe Getcha Paper, Now Lets Go [Royce] You see how my wrist it glows And I'm here to get this dough You can see my sh** explode And if you ain't with me (so?) (How many?) Hits does it take for you to believe me? (How many?) Times do I gotta tell you its easy? (How many?) People must I run up on, and? (How many?) Bout to see the gun up drawn n***a, we just wanna get it up jumpin Up in here but ya'll be frontin We can rumble anytime, ya'll n***as talkin sh** is nothin Try to f** with nothin, but a hustler You get gutted like a blunt Or you get smoked, or treated like a joke n***as why did you lie? Like you fittin to stop it I'm donny ize, lottery ticket? It's in the pocket While I'm high, while im on top While I'm living, while im survivin While I'm even able to say "while I" (Chorus) [Tre] Detroit came up you know we hot 30 years were gators and big locks 600's on chrome, you don't stop Detroit we just hot Young n***as stay fly at all times Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides Keep our guns by our sides at all times Detroit we just fly [Royce] Whoa, pause for a second for the flow Hands up for my n***as from the D A momment of silence for my enemies (tssh) It won't turn to beef till you fools Do something to me or one of my crew We lay low like Master P and Snoop With' high shots that will put you away You don't wanna step in front of the gun, when it's comin It's like the abundance of like a hundred the numbers is runnin I'm a rare form, you bled warm, be gone dead You prepare for me, beware all, lets go Mami lookin robotic cause of the strobe light Hands up in the sky for the whole night You can get between the thighs if it goes right The perfect song for the job, and it goes like... [Hook] - 2X