Paterchase Lyrics - Do Or Die

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 'cause 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