Do Or Die

Do Or Die - Paperchase songtekst

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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
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Carl Mitchell, Mike Dean

Componist: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot, Noo Trybe Records, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Picture This (1996)

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