Where Da Paper At? Lyrics - Singles - Cha Cha

(Cha Cha) 

Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't expecting me 

Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me 

Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it 

Where Da Paper At 

Run it, told you I gotta get it 

Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address 

And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress 

Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest 

The reason why they got you in this room 

Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this business 

No matter who it be 

So this whole industry better get cool with me 

Cause see, these men adore me 

This light skin, manicured, this paper 

Hand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it 

Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that 

Too late cuz I'm gon get that 

Ain't nuttin but a 8 stack 

And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that 

Ain't no sense in statin that (one more time) 

WHERE DA PAPER AT? 

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(Memphis Bleek) 

If the war's on, get it on my nigga 

You gon form the law once the four bark, nigga 

Plus the crack you sell won't match yo bell 

You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill 

Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat 

Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet 

If you a poster don, how a nigga can't eat 

I live ya four plus three feet deep 

You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the fuck up 

Finish no album, you done fucked up 

Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified 

Nigga I ain't bullshittin 

The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work 

Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat 

Sit low in the acc, where dat paper at? 

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(Black Child) 

Where Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit? 

Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch? 

At one point or another I chose to do sticks 

I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dick 

If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips 

When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz 

If you don't have half my shit, have half this clip 

Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch 

I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams 

When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand 

You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand 

I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand 

And my kidz is gon have what I ain't have 

Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath 

If you blast, then we blast first 

For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt 

(Berreta) 

Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing? 

Been on the run for indictments since 18 

Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken 

It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash 

Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range 

Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet 

Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz 

Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this industry is all about 

fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months 

There ain't no way to hide bitch, 

Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch 

You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig 

Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes 

Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight 

Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5 

Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em 

Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein 

Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin 

What... 

(Throw Down) 

Respect the compition my game is con 

I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond 

Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag 

That bitch I slit his throat 

Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin 

At hand is what's gon get you and yo man missin 

See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson 

Watch him blow for he hit the ground 

And garanteed if I miss you my man'll get you 

And fuck who standin wit you when he can he hit you 

Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do 

Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do 

It's too late for that? You gon stay for that? 

Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga where da paper at? 

(Ja Rule) 

Come on Come on 

Ja... the Fallen angel... in the world of lights 

I'm the true so take notice to New York's Finest 

Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable 

Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash spirital 

Not the typical, average mind you're used to 

Mentality crucail, bitches get it too 

I'm not hearing you, question is, do you hear me? 

If not let me introduce y'all to nine Milly 

It's a damn shame the game you played you lost 

Gotta kill a nigga on that same line you crossed 

Wit that line he'll keep his fingers crossed 

I can't call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit 

And every night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic 

Gotta shop?, Call it? 

Somebody died for the paper? Not you and I? 

Nigga and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez... 

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