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[Z-Ro] You got to get your paper in this game |
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If you a hustler (if you a hustler) |
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Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change |
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They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24/7 all day, and in business |
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But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it |
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I'm in the alley with them quarters and halfs up in my hand |
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Thinking of a master plan, |
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I can Hustle all night, to the early morn', |
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I can Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome |
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And if a nigga plotting on me, |
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I disturb his home |
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And then straight up fore' they even, as |
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I swerve his dome [Chorus] |
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Get your paper hustling up in these city streets |
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Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s |
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And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry |
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Whatever you can take your time |
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Get your paper hustling up in these city streets |
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Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s |
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And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry |
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Don't let it take over your mind [Z-Ro] |
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I use to set up shop bout six o'clock |
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In the morning on my grind |
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Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks |
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Out of the ghetto was on my mind |
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Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low |
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Cause when niggas beep you all the time |
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It seems they act friends, just to get your dough |
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But it ain't no raw to me |
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I ride with the armory, the |
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AR 1-5 Collecting my digits and spinning my tires |
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No time for conversation, |
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I gotta ride |
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Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate |
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Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes |
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Balling was the picture, cause there was no hitter |
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Niggas is sinning major |
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Nothing but home runs when |
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I swing my bat |
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But some of these niggas be playing crooked |
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So I can't forget to bring my gat |
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And when it's all said and done |
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I'ma redo my walls with platinum placks |
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At the Source |
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Awards, with a granddaddy |
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Couple of drinks, straight like that [Chorus] [Z-Ro] |
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I'ma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game |
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I'm moving my units, |
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I'm moving my heart it's all for stacks man |
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And once I get it, it ain't gon be no turning back |
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Fuck the boomerang affect, making motherfuckers hate me |
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From a distance, hopping fences in an instant |
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Trying to get away from the long arm of the law |
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Jepordize my benjamins, |
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I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw |
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My attitude be raising it's amazing, |
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I'm not locked for man slaughter |
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Because I love my plastic princess, and |
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I can't keep my hands off her |
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She be right next to my nuts, everytime |
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I deal with hoes and crews |
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Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch, before |
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I know they move |
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Is that gangster enough for you baby, |
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Ro gotta get his dough bro |
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Bending corners, in a tinted out four do' |
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Volvo, blowing dro hoe [Chorus x2] |