| Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone
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| Paperboys here, reppin one the microphone
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| Double A coming through, we were slightly gone
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| Critical, vegabond keep it tight for y’all
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| (Vinni)
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| Yo i know i’m hopeless i was high when i wrote this
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| So focus, i don’t wanna die with the dopeness
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| I lie staring at the sky by the pochers
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| Buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
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| Stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
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| We dot the posters, the top postmokers
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| Leaving the beer coz i ain’t leaving this chair
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| «hey man» i ain’t even here, beamed upstairs
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| Sitting on mars, politicing spittin 16 bars
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| I blaze and switch between stars
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| Gotta hell of a flow but not to many’s ever telling me so
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| They too slow when my melody blow, i let the jealousy go
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| Way back, hey jack, i don’t play that, wanna lay back in the hay sack
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| Lace tracks, erase todays crap, face flat, so rewind till your tape snaps
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| (chours)
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| It’s paper
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| Y’all better wake up
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| We starting the race, yup
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| Pardon me, man, wut
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| Paper
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| Say what?
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| Hard to break
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| What?
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| Far from a faker
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| What?
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| It’s all in my nature
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| Paper
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| (Critics)
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| Yo i’ve been wild and jiggy, my niggas been afraid of riding with me
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| Taking to threats when the style gets shitty
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| Lacing it nice and pretty
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| Hitting niggas when eyes are greedy
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| These people lie, cry, die to get shimmy
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| Trying to drop the venom on 'em, mock the way they flowing
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| Stop tha later morning
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| To cop whatever they be showing in the stores from the chartlist
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| Eating everything a nigga say like a harddisk
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| Step into my office, home of the stoned and the heartless
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| Where are my partnes? |
| vinni (yup) i’m feeling nausceaus
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| Knowing these niggas done took it to the threshold
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| Vinni wanna start something? |
| you know that i be next door
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| Oh hell np, i ain’t gonna leave him by his lonely,
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| I ain’t really got nothing to say my players know me
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| Hold it
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| …gotta catchmy breath
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| Ready to go flow, like most these niggas ain’t never heard
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| On weed, off weed
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| Drunk, sober, really doesn’t matter
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| When i kick it you know the show’s over
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| I’m flowing on, cracking on whatever to spread word
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| A, dot, A, dot on a rise, you heard (me)
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| (Vinni)
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| I try to call the lord
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| To get a life we can all afford
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| A set of pipes and a wall of sword
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| Better write coz i’m surely bored
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| Get a light then i fall in chords
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| Get it tight and record it all
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| Need a flight, see the waterfall
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| I need a bite coz i swore to ball
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| I be the type that’ll tour the mall
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| Leave my stripes by the shore and crawl
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| I’d just like a little more that’s all
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| Bridge
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| We here to lock it down
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| Double A — top shit
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| Don’t fuck around
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| Roll j’s, poop lips
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| We gon bark now (… …)
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| Till ya hear the (… …)
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| When it’s dark outside and shit
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| And we here to let you know
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| We gon settle this for sure
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| So prepare to shut your door
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| When it hits your home: feeling this for sure |