Al-D, Enjoli, Z-Ro - Get Your Paper lyrics

I'ma tell you, like a nigga told me
Money rules everything, around a G
You gotta get up get out
Get on and get your paper
It's Y2K mayn, no time for you fakers

All I ever wanted, was a piece of mind
Doing it legal going crazy
Trying to deal with 525
Minimum wage ain't the solution
Shit I don't even apply
So it ain't no use for Mr ro
To do a suit and a tie i exercise my right
As a real nigga when I mash fuck friends
Cause they don't pay the rent
Give me the cash
We soldiers and we united for it
Chasing the cheddar we arrogant fellas
Automatic rain pain baretta
But let's think cause I'ma ride for mine
Fuck it I'll die for mine
It ain't just my mouth
I gotta feed two mo' so fuck
It I'll try for mine
Money don't grow on trees
Otherwise I'm similar to an eighth
Meanwhile I struggle daily
Lights off and the rent late
Facing a picture day
Guerilla Maab one deep gotta deal with that
Go in the studio and I get paid
Mouthpiece I'm real with that
Never get it twisted
If it ain't no work I'll go for broke
Strong arming a motherfucker
Inhaling and blow the smoke

Who gives a fuck, about these fake ass hoes
Niggas be lacking on pimping
I swear I'm in it for the do'
Staying on my tippie-toes
Mind clicking for the green
Got no time for plex so what's next
On rough sex or wolf cream
No to mean G bitch thug life
And I'm married to the game
In my sleep I hear my fans
Guns is screaming my name
Ain't a damn thang changed
Moving quickly for the green
Pushing V-12's with screens
Sweetly no what I mean
Boss hogging ripping up tracks
Breaking they backs
My nigga Screw yeah he gone
But ain't no stopping the techs
Knock-knock we hit you right back
Again and again until we hit the top ten
Six figgas rolling on in
Picture that, SUC gon ball like that
I'm trying to put down this pen
But I can't let you make it like that
You steady calling out my name
So nigga hear I come
Mashing fast like a cheetah
Cause you done fucked with the wrong one

Painful lessons as an adolescent
Made me a man money and power in my hand
Trying to make it expand
I went from hobo to POLO, dimes to dollars
Diamond cuffs on my wrists
Ice matching my collar
Follow, why a lot of hard heads and G's
Screaming SUC, all about our currency
Southside's where we reside
We ain't hard to find
Catch us sipping and flipping
Grain gripping with the top down
Showing our ass, counting cash moving fast
Diamonds on the dash
Kicking in do's like the task
Straight mobbing
Ain't no rags see we dobbing
Blowing big, with medication in our noggins
Talking shit, on our cellulars
Living it up like stars
With diamond bars in our jars
Outlaws for life, shaking the FED's like dice
We go-getters not quitters
Putting it down for a price cause uh