Chorus:
Paperchase I`m on a motherfuckin` paperchase
Paperchase I`m on a motherfuckin` paperchase
Verse One:
I need...mo money mo money mo suck `em fast suck `em slow
Even though I gotta pay my bills I`m still on the streets
tryin` to keep it real
Pass that shit 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 ass, 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 motherfuckin` paperchase
Paperchase, I`m on a motherfuckin` 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, nigga didn`t wanna holler
Back to the streets again, but a nigga 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 motherfuckin` paperchase
Paperchase, I`m on a motherfuckin` 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
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin` all the good shit `cause all the good shit makes
you forget about the bad bit
Now you make a nigga match wits
Never want what I never had, `cause I never had shit
The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking 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 nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:
A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay
A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay
It`s 95 keep your ass 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
Niggas 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 shit mean?
It`s you bitch, 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 motherfucker gonna be paid to death
Because I`m goin` on a paperchase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I`m on a motherfuckin` paperchase
Paperchase, I`m on a motherfuckin` paperchase
Paperchase, I`m on a motherfuckin` paperchase
Paperchase, I`m on a motherfuckin` paperchase
