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I Get My Paper Lyrics - B.a.r.s.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story - Cassidy

I get, I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

Cassidy the problem, c'mon 

All my people out there, gettin' that cake man 

Take somethin' out your pocket and put it in the air like this 

Put it in the air like this and say some shit like this, c'mon 

 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

Look if you deal coke and you still broke 

Start grindin' more homes, 'cause I'ma drug connoisseur homes 

In the hood good jobs is hard to find like dinosaur bones 

I'm tryin' to start shinin' more homes 

 

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That's why I make 'em hurry up and buy like that China store homes 

'Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more of stones 

And tellin' ain't my twist, I ain't that kind of boy homes 

But a lot of niggaz singin' like the Commodores homes 

 

I'm ridin' when it's time for war homes 

The chrome on my hip, can flip a fully grown dinosaur homes 

I'm the kind of boy known to split domes when I pop the Taurus 

I spray rounds that could lay down a tyrannosaurus 

 

My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless 

My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury 

I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries 

So get your own sound or hustle a home now, nigga 

 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

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I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

Yeah, every bar that I write like a brick of that hard white 

I've truly been blessed, it's a gift from the Lord Christ 

But yo if you livin' the hard life, you can't get back 

The hand you was dealt, so play your cards right 

 

They say you ain't promised tomorrow right? 

So I stay in the street, like a deer that stay in that car lights 

With the high beams on and the fog lights lit 

I get, my lean on, on some B.A.R.S. type shit 

 

Until, my cream gone I'ma ball like this 

In my all white tee and my all white kicks 

And I still toss the white on the strip that's why I floss like this 

With the frostbite wrist 'cause we all quite rich, I love this life 

 

I threw different color ice, in my cross like Swizz 

And all I give broads is hard type dick, have 'em twirlin' they tongue 

Yeah, I know I got a girl and a son, but um 

It's a man's world and I'm as thorough as they come, what? 

 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

Yeah, I'm from a block where niggaz get it poppin' at 

Where cats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats 

But you gotta aim low when you poppin' that 

'Cause that hot shit got kick like a soccer match 

 

I'm from where the M-1's and the choppers at 

Feel me where you can come to go gun shoppin' at 

You rockin' plaque, got your chain with the watch to match 

Watch your back if you go and you ain't got your gat 

 

Cats'll jack your pop he ain't got a strap 

Cats'll rob your mom if she got a stack 

'Cause niggaz tryin' to get paid and niggaz not tryin' 

To get waged when they rockin' the stockin' cap 

 

Round the way they got gourmet pots of crack 

And you would spend like 24 for a block of that 

My niggaz tryin' to get the cheese but no not the rat 

I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't a option at 

 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block 

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you 

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