Al-D - Get Your Paper lyrics

rate me

(feat. Enjolie, Z-Ro)

[Hook x2:]

I'ma tell you, like a nigga told me

Money rules everything, around a G

You gotta get up get out, get on and get your paper

It's Y2K mayn, no time for you fakers

[Z-Ro:]

All I ever wanted, was a piece of mind

Doing it legal going crazy, trying to deal with 5.25

Minimum wage ain't the solution, shit I don't even apply

So it ain't no use for Mr. Ro, to do a suit and a tie

I exercise my right, as a real nigga when I mash

Fuck friends, cause they don't pay the rent give me the cash

We soldiers and we united for it, chasing the cheddar

We arrogant fellas, automatic rain pain baretta

But let's think cause I'ma ride for mine, fuck it I'll die for mine

It ain't just my mouth, I gotta feed two mo' so fuck it I'll try for mine

Money don't grow on trees, otherwise I'm similar to an eighth

Meanwhile I struggle daily, lights off and the rent late

Facing a picture day, Guerilla Maab one deep gotta deal with that

Go in the studio and I get paid, mouthpiece I'm real with that

Never get it twisted, if it ain't no work I'll go for broke

Strong arming a motherfucker, inhaling and blow the smoke

[Hook x2]

[Enjoli:]

Who gives a fuck, about these fake ass hoes

Niggaz be lacking on pimping, I swear I'm in it for the do'

Staying on my tippie-toes, mind clicking for the green

Got no time for plex so what's next, on rough sex or wolf cream

No to mean G bitch thug life, and I'm married to the game

In my sleep I hear my fans, guns is screaming my name

Ain't a damn thang changed, moving quickly for the green

Pushing V-12's with screens, sweetly no what I mean

Boss hogging ripping up tracks, breaking they backs

My nigga Screw yeah he gone, but ain't no stopping the techs

Knock-knock we hit you right back, again and again

Until we hit the top ten, six figgas rolling on in

Picture that, S.U.C. gon ball like that

I'm trying to put down this pen, but I can't let you make it like that

You steady calling out my name, so nigga hear I come

Mashing fast like a cheetah, cause you done fucked with the wrong one

[Hook x2]

[Al-D:]

Painful lessons as an adolescent, made me a man

Money and power in my hand, trying to make it expand

I went from hobo to POLO, dimes to dollars

Diamond cuffs on my wrists, ice matching my collar

Follow, why a lot of hard heads and G's

Screaming S.U.C., all about our currency

Southside's where we reside, we ain't hard to find

Catch us sipping and flipping, grain gripping with the top down

Showing our ass, counting cash moving fast

Diamonds on the dash, kicking in do's like the task

Straight mobbing, ain't no rags see we dobbing

Blowing big, with medication in our noggins

Talking shit, on our cellulars

Living it up like stars, with diamond bars in our jars

Outlaws for life, shaking the FED's like dice

We go-getters not quitters, putting it down for a price cause uh

[Hook x4]