Buddha Monk - Paper Chase lyrics

rate me

Uh... yeah... Wuuuuu... g-yea

Bedstuy, Brooknam, baby

That's all on our city

(Brooknam! Get ya money)

It's like hood life, paper chase, everybody want chips

Get big, hustle game, money, get rich

All in all, players ball, ya slip, take a fall

If niggaz wanna work with them all then hit them off

Now you gone one but shorty said that he thinks he's gonna need a gun

Cause the men's on the strip be tryin to box him in

And we ain't havin that, so ya take this shit and ya take six clips

And you air em all out if them niggaz wan' flip

I got 7-6ths, that's two tray-8s and duck, come and get me

The fo' fifth is live, that makes 805 for a nigga ass

Test the beast and Macs'll smash

And when I walk the streets I keep one in the stash

And it's firmly tucked in the Lex in the Nash

I'm the best in the game, first draft pick

Yay stretch it come back like elastic

I try my best not to go left and stay right on

Stop at the best of spots and get my bite on

Cop at expensive shops to get the ice on

Props, top of the line to get the high on

I'm a get the Stuy on, third in line

But I ain't mad at Jigga and BIG, now get the Grime on

I got more money in the Banks than Tyra

And don't beg for none, g-yea, I'm not the government

No hand outs, I'm not Joey D. Fonda

Yeah... pimp... Grime... brotha is

And that's it... straight fire fo' yo' ass

Be easy for me...