| Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
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| It all started out in Brooklyn
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| Yeah, but the kid kept it movin
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| Uhh, I came along way from hustlin
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| Now it’s worldwide paper touchin
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| Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
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| («You know the cheese to the sky all day e’ry day»)
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| Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin
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| Uh, the Big Wills sittin on big wheels
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| Brooklyn’s back, imagine how Big feel
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| (What else?!) Yeah I am a big deal
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| Tell 'em keep the change, when I break big bills
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| Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it
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| This for the hustlers, everyone should applaud it (uhh)
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| Get’cha camera phone, everyone should record it (ahh)
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| I’m the pizza man, I delivers the orders (woo)
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| Arm &, Ham-in-mer-ham-and-the-grits
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| Homey I’ll cut your wrist off, put your hands on my grits
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| See I’ll be the convict, I am fully committed
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| Took my shoes off and laughed, they couldn’t fit it
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| (What else?!) If I don’t do nuttin I’m a ball
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| Fall through your city, shut down the mall
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| (That all?!) I’m Tupac with it, I got the «Juice»
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| Soldier, but only the gangsters I salute
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| It all started out in Brooklyn
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| Yeah, but the kid kept it movin
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| Uhh, I came along way from hustlin
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| Now it’s worldwide paper touchin
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| Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin
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| Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin
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| She’s sick of that song, how it’s so long
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| since she met a G like me
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| First it was Kane, then it was Big, then it was Jay
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| And she love the homey F-A-B, now meet me
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| (It's R) Flow-riffic, white flower I whip it
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| Spin it round and round, stand on my pivot (voila)
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| Keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera
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| I seen the king soon as I got a mirror
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| (What else?!) Gettin fresh and lettuce be my fetish
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| Retired with the chip like Je-rome Bettis
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| I wonder, if I stacked Bread like Wonder
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| Would my Woman’s first name be Wonder?
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| When it come to me they are Stevie Wonder
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| They can’t see I, I am B.I.G.'s student
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| Make 'em holla it’s movin
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| Make 'em light up and get to boozin
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| Hey zukon you know I gotta diddy bop to this one
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| (Paper touchin)
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| Why not?
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| (Paper touchin) |