Brotha Lynch Hung, C-Bo - My Papers lyrics

I used to push twenty-fo' deep
In '92 like cocaine
Had them gangsta niggas riled up
Doin' it with no name
Stayin' at the roach motel two
For two cheese hamburger deals
Doin' shows in broke down clubs
Just to get a meal
(Just to get a meal)
I'ma keep it real it was all
Skills that paid your bills
And the fact that you don't pay niggas
That shit gon' get you killed
But don't worry about me partna'
Like I said I'm already dead
And I hold this infrared point blank
Range steadily at your head
'Cause I'm a blocc nigga you know what
Happens when you fuckin' with us
(fuckin' with us)
We cut your tongues off switch niggas


And stuff bloody 'em up
(bloody 'em up)
Run up in the cut
Fucc it up, rough you up and put you up
(Put you up)
These broke niggas don't give a mothafuck
(Mothafuck)
I want that meal ticket and we never
Will kick it 'cause you funny style
Still wouldn't fuck with you even if
You gave me my money now
Funny how ridaz get bought up
You about to get caught up like Bo King
You be gettin' niggas that's why you
Ain't got no team nigga

Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off

I was young dumb full of cum
Full of O.E. and Rum
Spittin' chunks of meat all heat always
Givin' up where I'm from
In every verse 24 Blocc, I don't give a fucc
Suppose to be in the studio but
I'm somewhere drunk fuckin' up
But like Too Short I ain't trippin'
Used to be a record thing now it's
A new sport put your clip in
I heard you be dreamin' about niggas in
Ski masks with bottles of black molasses
Ran up in your pad quick and woke
Your ass up with the magnum
I could have been platinum
A loc' went bad when you jacked him
You gettin' old like Carl Weathers you
Ain't got no Action Jackson
I'm mirror watchin' when I'm packin'
Nigga give me my shit
You the type of nigga that'll pay for
Hits I don't pay for shit
'Cause I'm broke you wanted it
That why for some reason
Couldn't find you for nuttin' ever
Since I did Season
Of Da Sicc
Pick 'em off like Deion everything
You see me on
Is stolen in your life pure with'
A colon seriously until it's over
I'ma always be at that ass
With' a butcher knife
Askin' where you put your wife and
Why'd I took your life
Houses got bought up you about to
Get caught up like Bo King
You be gettin' niggas that's why
You got no team

Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off

Shit it's gettin' to the point
Where I'ma smash on everybody
And it's gettin' to the point where
I don't fuck with nobody
Believe it I tuck the ol'
Shotty in the glove compartment
Hit the town with the pound
It'll be ground round if you start shit
I spark shit
That heat you up and cool you off shit
No choice for relinkin' homes
I'ma get my profit
We struggled for years on the
Bus with a record out
If it wasn't for shows I'll pull out
The tec to take you out
Hit the cut and lay low 'till
I get my shit right
Interrupt your day with fadeo'z put
44 holes in your windpipe
They know I'm... I'm sicker than sick
When I split your shit
Leave you coughin' up liver bits
Fuckin' niggas'll get your grip
It ain't safe
Nigga where was yo' faith? We
Could of blew up
Better watch how you do stuff can't
Wait for the new stuff
It's called Lynch By Inch I bit
Your bitch on the ground
I say where's the money? Swiss account
Bitch damn! That nigga's tryin' to
Get me for my papers
Bam! Hit her up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off

Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
So fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn! That nigga tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit him up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Nigga fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn! Niggas tryin' to stick
Me for my papers
Bam! Hit 'em up with' enough lead
Got away with the caper
Ran! To the 1964 and smashed off
Fuck your record company I'm
About to blast off
Damn!

You know what I'm saying nigga? (Shit)
Can't do that shit for ever nigga
(You know you can't)
You know what I'm saying? You
Gots to pay niggas
(That's real)
You know what I'm saying
Fuck all that shit, oh I'ma get mine nigga
Can't stop that shit (Can't stop that shit)
You know
(I know) Back here where I'm supposed to be
You know? (Where that at?)
It's all Siccmade music nigga (You know)
Now what?

Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna get me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Niggas tryna stick me for my papers
Tryna stick me for my

Rest in peace Biggie and 2Pac
You know what I'm saying
Niggas put it down
Shouts to them real niggas putting
That real deep shit
You know what I'm saying
You know who you are
You know what I'm saying
Making niggas cry over your shit
Shit, making niggas ride to your shit
I like that type of shit
You know what I'm saying?
That drunk, high, ride, night time shit
Damn!