Uncle Murda - Paperwork lyrics

[Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah I'm a dynamic duo all by my damn self I got that fire, the hottest sh** on the damn shelf n***as go right, I'ma pan left for GP I don't need them n***as to see me, be easy Runnin' your mouth, but you don't know what you be talkin' 'bout Soon as we see them f** boys come in, we walk 'em out That's right, we gotta even up the odds now Pullin' up the skirts and exposin' all of the frauds now Because it's later for you snakes in the gra** That's what's wrong with the hood, you let n***as that's fake get a pa** But meanwhile, real n***as die at a high rate From the west coast to the dirty south to the tri-state You know we hatin', why wait? Give that n***a the blues Run up on him, flash the strap, he gon' sh** in his shoes Piss in his pants and pa** out Then we dig in his pockets and take the cash out and leave him a** out [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] I saw that paperwork, ya homie a rat How you still hangin' with him, you been knew about that Huh, but we gon' get back to that later Malcolm X would be alive if what's-his-name wasn't a hater I ain't march when them other million n***as did But I marched in Brooklyn when they had the parade for BIG (Biggie!) White America on d**, bet they sniffin' lies Pull 'em over like they black, watch how many pills you find (Watch) But they ain't gon' pull 'em over 'cause they ain't black (They not) I saw that paperwork, you can't tell me you ain't rat We all did some sh**, be wishin' we could take back But you cooperated with police, I can't relate to that When you a street n***a, certain sh** you ain't supposed to do That paperwork comin' out, n***as gon' be exposing you (You are wack) Oh, we live on TIDAL right now, come see this real n***a rap Uncle Murda and Bun B