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