Lyrics:
click since I call them blue notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto
Get that new song
Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!
Chorus:
Paperchase,
I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I...say...do that shit
[Flip Mode] I say do that
and Count it up,
I want the bennies by my side,
finna run it up,
Twenty fifties, in a rubber band,
finna stack it up,
Count yo bag
Count yo bag
Count
on the lines
Was born to chalk them out
5-0's from the G-Unit in the raid van
But I seen through it
Got a deuce 5 in the Skate House
That was 10th grade back in
the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
hunt, tryna get my paper up
Countin' 20s, 50s, and them hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Don't talk behind my back, lil' nigga, say that shit to me
I
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
seize, that Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're going whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit
I'm a G
And ain't quit until I'm reaching the top
And right now
We at the top and ain't no turning back
Back in the days
It was hard to stack some ends
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
the setting is
Countryside of Italy probably gon be next for him
I been reckless since G Unit and 50 cent in this
Nigga broke my heart when he told me that he
all my G's in a unit like fifty
Give her this pipe and she sweat out that Cantu
Get in them sheets and i turn into bad news
Play with the gang and get
Future of rap i bet the fade is us
Save the love my goals way bigger plus i got too much in me
Old g's in your unit give you new buck 50's
They taking game
on the front page? (Fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say
that P-A-T
Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
]From these
that P-A-T
Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
>From these
click since I call them blue notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto
Get that new song
Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!
Chorus:
Paperchase,
trill always keepin it G
I'm tryna give out peice but I also keep a piece
Tryna stack up dis paper man stack up these leaves
Bad bitch bad bitch
No you
G-Unit!!
Aiyyo if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo make some noise in this bitch
Cause I'm gettin money like a muh'fucker
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