Let's Get This Paper

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey
 R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie
 Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie
 Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
 They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama
 Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
 They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
 That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
 So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
 And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
 If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
 See that ice, the dope man paradise
 Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life
 They tore down the projects, so where we gonna move next?
 They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
 Hey, money my motivator, my mouth, my money maker
 Now I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
 Yeah when you think about us, think about it, we don't own nothin'
 If we get money, we got a little few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga
 you're gettin' money for the people in your family that ain't got nothin'.
 When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you don't own you...
 The nigga's playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey,
 he can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back,
 so when it's really all said and done, what did you do this for?
 What difference did you make?
 You see how the world changin'? Yeah, they left Saddam hanging?
 Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin'
 Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
 So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school with
 Grabbin' on your nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
 Them young niggas got pistol grips, they've been about they killin' shit
 But they all some hypocrites, haters they won't let me be
 When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me
 Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
 They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
 Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin'
 And nine times out of ten your friend the one who tellin'
 I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
 I need another chance, I wanna meet that man
 Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
 No I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper
 Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we be high nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' money...
 You all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga!
 I got millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga 'cause that ain't no motherfucking' money!
 You all playin' right into these motherfucking' hands...
 Risk your life everyday for some bullshit!
 Huh nigga? What your bank account say nigga?
 Oh that's all? Ha ha!
 They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
 Its soldiers in that war that ain't never gonna make it back
 Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real
 Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
 Hey nigga time's harder, so we grind harder
 We're takin' chances with that coke comin' 'cross that water
 Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain't gotta be this way
 Them pigs they came and kicked my mama door in yesterday
 I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
 And now I'm beggin' Lord that you don't let me down this time
 Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
 No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper
 Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack sellin'...
 Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb
 Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga...
 what the fuck you supposed to do with that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga.
 matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga...
 I can tell you how I feel nigga be on that motherfucking' stand nigga
 lookin' the motherfucking judge in they face nigga...
 and he's gonna tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga.
 They're sendin' you all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga,
 you all niggas caught up in the motherfucking hype nigga...
 Sellin' that white nigga... I been there, done that nigga
 Nigga I'm from Mobile nigga they call that bitch?? city nigga,
 you bring your black ass there nigga, you ain't gonna make it nigga...
 You guaranteed to go to motherfucking prison bein' black where I'm from
 nigga I come from the motherfucking impossible nigga
 Now you all niggas gotta deal with me, nigga I'm here!
 Zone 4 new motherfucking money nigga D Boy Squad.
 Rich Boy! Polow Da Don! Yeah!
 

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Duration
08:58
Key
5
Tempo
144 BPM

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