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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

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