Twista - Paper Chase lyrics

(Hook, AK) Paper chase, I'm on a motherf**in' paper chase Paper chase, I'm on a motherf**in' paper chase (Verse 1, Belo) I need.. Mo money, mo money mo! Some cum fast, some cum slow Even though I got to pay my bills I'm still on the streets tryina keep it real Pa** this B, let me take a hit Hopin this money ain't counterfeit Give 'em two, and let 'em go and see lyin' the middle of the twenty's so Cuff that money, and lets be up What'chu wanna ride, the Benz or the truck? Bag up, get on the runway, cuz more Sunday's hotter than Monday Often gettin' trailed by cops, better get away by bendin blocks Cop my Glock, don't stick a middle finger up my a**, known to blast Keep me down, where I'm from, I'm known to clown Get a dub, off it now go get a sack, I'm back to a black Acheive it, leave it, thug and a ashtray More to the fact I'm back to the scene Let the window down, and let all the smoke out (let all the smoke out) And if Luke coulda broke out Gotta make more stacks of these, so its eaz' for a brotha to breeze Ain't splittin' cheese wit a freak, wanna trick off so pick off the lame in the game Get'cha sick off the man who point the blame Still a, P-O, P-I, M-P, we be, P-A, P-E-R, chase (Hook) (Verse 2, AK) You see my ninth Mom smokin', money scopin' 'tween my fo With open arms when my opposition, my mission it's to paperchase So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep from the streets Hit the joints like hollow-point Figure, if you owe them, better load them 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, make a n***a wanted to holler Back to the streets again, but a n***a wanna go there The game didn't treat me so fair Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me, I'm brutal Choppin' up that paper like you know Gotta clique, since I call them blue notes Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto Get that new song Nineteen ninety-six, we be paperchasin' (Hook) (Verse 3, N.A.R.D.S.) Check the paper like an entrepreneur Had dreams about runnin' the Ford Explorer Four G's in my house from here to Florida n***a want cheese, but n***a want more Bumpin' all the good sh** cause all the good sh** makes You forget about the bad b**h 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 B but they keep on calling me And they wantin' my apology And they fall, and 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: ughh A to the motherf**ing K, with a motherf**ing spraaay-yay-yay A to the motherf**ing K, with a spraaay-yay-yay See a nine-to-five 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 (Verse 4, Twista) Ya lookin' at the best win The paper chase be for me? Cuz you got blessed in with an eighth of a ki? n***as be creepin', comin' up, or confiscate, you ate? And let you suffer to your fate with three Bullets to the chest, put your body to rest If you dont peep game, goin' for the g-stacks Never re-lax, re-act! Don't give away too many free packs And check ya ho to see how she act Get in the sick dreams, paid, you don't pick teams In a room full of dick fiends Much love to thugs, that sacrifice they life And get greens for they two for fifteens What the sh** means? Is you b**hes better save your breath Cuz you can count how many days is left Let the weed smoke blaze my chest, until I'm laid to rest A motherf**a gon' be paid til' d**h Because I'm goin' on a paper chase (Hook)