The Paper

This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack

I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want that

This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack

I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want it

Y'all don't want it

This is

You already know what it is, I rep the Bridge for life, black

(Show me where the cash at) And it's like that

So I can get some good shit that keep the fiends comin back

You niggas talk gangsta but I don't hear none of that

You find me in the hood anywhere they get money at

Rollin in a coupe fully equipped, I can live with that

A chick real thick so when I'm bent I can get in that

They love the kid cause I rap, plus what I spit is crack

You know I'm 'bout money, though, won't be no cuffin that

Shorty's a hoe, so picture me lovin that

Spendin my dollars on Prada, never that

And I don't ever trick, I sit back, let the cheddar stack

And all you fake gangsters, I got one for you

You step on my toes or fuck with my dough I have to kill you

I dare one of you moolies to fool with the moolah

I reach for the toolie and send a shot through your medulla

Motherfucker cause

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