Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Paper, artist - Big Noyd. Date of issue: 26.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Paper |
| This is real life, ain’t no motion picture soundtrack |
| I know killers that know killers, y’all don’t want that |
| This is real life, ain’t no motion picture soundtrack |
| I know killers that know killers, y’all don’t want it |
| Y’all don’t want it |
| This is |
| You already know what it is, I rep the Bridge for life, black |
| (Show me where the cash at) And it’s like that |
| So I can get some good shit that keep the fiends comin back |
| You niggas talk gangsta but I don’t hear none of that |
| You find me in the hood anywhere they get money at |
| Rollin in a coupe fully equipped, I can live with that |
| A chick real thick so when I’m bent I can get in that |
| They love the kid cause I rap, plus what I spit is crack |
| You know I’m 'bout money, though, won’t be no cuffin that |
| Shorty’s a ho, so picture me lovin that |
| Spendin my dollars on Prada, never that |
| And I don’t ever trick, I sit back, let the cheddar stack |
| And all you fake gangsters, I got one for you |
| You step on my toes or fuck with my dough I have to kill you |
| I dare one of you moolies to fool with the moolah |
| I reach for the toolie and send a shot through your medulla |
| Motherfucker cause |