Bizzy Bone, Blaise, Ybl Sinatra - F.T.P. lyrics

For the paper for the paper
What are you gonna DO? Blais
For the paper for the paper what
Are you gonna DO?
For the paper for the paper what
Are you gonna DO?

What do you feel when it gets REAL? Liquor
Store how did we get that hen
For the paper for the paper
What are you gonna DO?

I know it ain't the 90’s nigga
You can find me nigga
You ain't talking real business
Get behind me nigga I ain't impressed
I don’t sign niggas they get left
What if they don’t make it fast
And can't even rap they’ll hate me to death
Want me to bring them bloodline harmony
Bone thugs ain't dead yet
Want me to lead them nobody listens
Bitches this isn’t bread bred
Bitches ain't shit that’s what I said said
Nobody gives a fuck about you until
Your dead dead dead dead
Shoot em up bang bang in the head
Block block little pussy block Glock
Call defence
Said they running around the block
Before the cops can catch the dreads
Pop pop givin em shots to
Their double block heads
Jumping in windows for nintendos
Could have been hit with an extendo’s
Catch me coming around we walking through
That lick smokin dat endo
They mad at me get at em
I don’t love you it don’t matter
Get your paper this for the love
Of money kill their challenge

For the paper for the paper
What are you gonna DO?
For the paper for the paper
What are you gonna DO?

What do you feel when it gets REAL? Liquor
Store how did we get that hen
For the paper for the paper
What are you gonna DO?
What do you feel when it gets REAL? Liquor
Store how did we get that hen
For the paper for the paper
What are you gonna DO?

Ima crash out for the paper i
Ain't playing nigga play with
One of mine ill send them
Through your vien nigga
Millitary mind rapping on em lets
Get paid nigga all of
My brothers this song will
Be ready without your