Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Yo Paper, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Get Yo Paper |
| You gotta get your paper, in this game |
| If you a hustler, (if you a hustler) |
| Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change |
| They can’t touch us, (they can’t touch us) |
| 24/7 all day, and in business |
| But on the low, 5−0 ain’t gon witness it |
| I’m in the alley with them quarters and halves, up in my hand |
| Thinking of a master plan, I can |
| Hustle all night, to the early morn' (I can) |
| Flip the hustle serving rappers, serving stones |
| And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home |
| And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome |
| Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets |
| Don’t forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s |
| And if you rapping, ain’t no handouts in this industry |
| Whatever, you can take your time |
| Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets |
| Don’t forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s |
| And if you rapping, ain’t no handouts in this industry |
| Don’t let it, take over your mind |
| I use to set up shop bout six o’clock, in the morning on my grind |
| Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks, out of the ghetto was on my mind |
| Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low |
| Cause when niggas beep you all the time, it seems they act friends to get your |
| dough |
| But it ain’t no robbing me, I ride with the armory the A-R 1−5 |
| Collecting my digits and spinning my tires, no time for conversation I gotta |
| ride |
| Back to my safe place stash spot for the waste plate, cause I’m a go getter |
| If the game’s a plate balling I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter |
| Nigga was in the majors, nothing but home runs when I swing my bat |
| But some of these niggas be playing crooked, so I can’t forget to bring my gat |
| And when it’s all said and done, I’mma redo my walls with platinum placks |
| At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy cup of drank straight like that |
| I’mma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game |
| I’m moving my units, I’m moving my hard and soft for stacks man |
| And once I get it, it ain’t gon be no turning back |
| Fuck the boomerang affect, making motherfuckers hate me from a distance |
| Hopping fences in an instant, trying to get away from the long arm of the law |
| Jepordize my feddy, and I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw |
| My attitude be raising it’s amazing, I’m not locked for man slaughter |
| Because I love my plastic princess, and I can’t keep my hands off her |
| She be right next to my nuts, everytime I deal with hoes and crews |
| Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch, before I know they move |
| Is that gangster enough for you baby, Ro gotta get his dough bro |
| Bending corners in a tinted out four do' Volvo, blowing dro ho |