[Z-Ro] You got to get your paper in this game If you a hustler (if you a hustler) ****** be playing with this thang, but you all about your change They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24/7 all day, and in business But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it I'm in the alley with them quarters and halfs up in my hand Thinking of a master plan, I can Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome And if a ***** plotting on me, I disturb his home And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome [Chorus] Get your paper hustling up in these city streets Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever you can take your time Get your paper hustling up in these city streets Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind [Z-Ro] I use to set up shop bout six o'clock In the morning on my grind Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks Out of the ghetto was on my mind Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low Cause when ****** beep you all the time It seems they act friends, just to get your dough But it ain't no raw to me I ride with the armory, the AR 1-5 Collecting my digits and spinning my tires No time for conversation, I gotta ride Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes Balling was the picture, cause there was no hitter ****** is sinning major Nothing but home runs when I swing my bat But some of these ****** be playing crooked So I can't forget to bring my gat And when it's all said and done I'ma redo my walls with platinum placks At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy Couple of drinks, straight like that [Chorus] [Z-Ro] I'ma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game I'm moving my units, I'm moving my heart it's all for stacks man And once I get it, it ain't gon be no turning back **** the boomerang affect, making ************s hate me From a distance, hopping fences in an instant Trying to get away from the long arm of the law Jepordize my benjamins, I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw My attitude be raising it's amazing, I'm not locked for man slaughter Because I love my plastic princess, and I can't keep my hands off her She be right next to my nuts, everytime I deal with hoes and crews Send my ***** to ****ing suck it *****, before I know they move Is that gangster enough for you baby, Ro gotta get his dough bro Bending corners, in a tinted out four do' Volvo, blowing dro hoe [Chorus x2]
[Z-Ro] You got to get your paper in this game If you a hustler (if you a hustler) ****** be playing with this thang, but you all about your change They can't touch us (they can't touch us) 24/7 all day, and in business But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it I'm in the alley with them quarters and halfs up in my hand Thinking of a master plan, I can Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome And if a ***** plotting on me, I disturb his home And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome [Chorus] Get your paper hustling up in these city streets Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever you can take your time Get your paper hustling up in these city streets Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind [Z-Ro] I use to set up shop bout six o'clock In the morning on my grind Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks Out of the ghetto was on my mind Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low Cause when ****** beep you all the time It seems they act friends, just to get your dough But it ain't no raw to me I ride with the armory, the AR 1-5 Collecting my digits and spinning my tires No time for conversation, I gotta ride Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes Balling was the picture, cause there was no hitter ****** is sinning major Nothing but home runs when I swing my bat But some of these ****** be playing crooked So I can't forget to bring my gat And when it's all said and done I'ma redo my walls with platinum placks At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy Couple of drinks, straight like that [Chorus] [Z-Ro] I'ma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game I'm moving my units, I'm moving my heart it's all for stacks man And once I get it, it ain't gon be no turning back **** the boomerang affect, making ************s hate me From a distance, hopping fences in an instant Trying to get away from the long arm of the law Jepordize my benjamins, I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw My attitude be raising it's amazing, I'm not locked for man slaughter Because I love my plastic princess, and I can't keep my hands off her She be right next to my nuts, everytime I deal with hoes and crews Send my ***** to ****ing suck it *****, before I know they move Is that gangster enough for you baby, Ro gotta get his dough bro Bending corners, in a tinted out four do' Volvo, blowing dro hoe [Chorus x2]
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