Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

I need money, mo' money mo'

Some come fast, some come slow

Even though I got to pay my bills

I'm still on the streets trying to keep it real

Pass this B, let me take a hit

Hoping this money ain't counterfeit

Give 'em two and let 'em go and see lying in the middle of the twenty's so

Cuff that money and let's be up

What you wanna ride, the Benz or the truck?

Bag up, get on the runway 'cause more Sunday's hotter than Monday

Often getting trailed by cops, better get away by bending blocks

Cop my Glock, don't stick a middle finger up my ass, known to blast

Keep me down, where I'm from, I'm known to clown

Get a dub off it now got get a sack, I'm back to a black

Achieve it, leave it, thug and a ashtray

More to the fact I'm back to the scene

Let the window down and let all the smoke out

And if Luke coulda broke out

Gotta make more stacks of these so its eaz' for a brother to breeze

Ain't splitting cheese with a freak, wanna trick off so pick off the lame in the game

Get your sick off the man who point the blame

Sill a P-O, P-I-M-P, we be P-A-P-E-R chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

You see my ninth Mom smoking, money scoping tween my fo

With open arms when my opposition, my mission is to paper chase

So when you face to face, mom and dollar, keep from the streets

Hit the joints like hollow point

Figure, if you owe them, better load them

With po po corruption on the phone double 1 9 1 87

With a couple of zeros

I'm sitting there making dollars

Verse 2G make a **** wanted to holler

Back to the streets again but a **** wanna go there

The game didn't treat me so fair

Crucial in neutral, all eyes on me, I'm brutal

Chopping up that paper like you know

Gotta clique since I call them blue notes

Shipping that paper from Earth to Pluto

Get that new song

1996, we be paperchasing

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Check the paper like an entrepreneur

Had dreams about running the Ford Explorer

Four G's in my house from here to Florida

**** want cheese but **** want more

Bumping all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes

You forget about the bad bitch

Now you make a **** 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 B but they keep on calling me

And they wanting my apology

And they fall and see it's unexplainable

How money's unattainable

If you play in this game

So **** never call me names when I aim the gun but holler

A to the motherfucking K

With a motherfucking spray

A to the motherfucking K

With a spray

See a nine to five, 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

Ya looking at the best win, the paper chase be for me?

'Cause yo got blessed in with an eighth of a ki?

**** be creeping, coming up or confiscate, you ate?

And let you suffer to your fate with three

Bullets to the chest, put your body to rest

If you don't peep game, going for the g-stacks

Never relax, react, don't give away too many free packs

And check ya ho to see how she act

Get in the sick dreams, paid, you don't pick teams

In a room full of dick fiends

Much love to thugs that sacrifice they life

And get greens for they two for fifteens

What the shit means? Is you bitches better save your breath

'Cause you can count how many days is left

Let the weed smoke blaze my chest until I'm laid to rest

A motherfucker gon' be paid till death because I'm going on a paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase

Paper chase, I'm on a motherfucking paper chase