Be About Yo' Paper

[b-legit]
 We have'n so much fetti homes, we can't quit now
 I break the back off a cake
 Mix some soda with this a-1 d
 I zip lock and flip flop
 43 i'm livin like a kingpin cuz i had clients
 Them bitches love to fuck with us hillside giants
 And i was hittin me one
 No matter the cost
 A 44 two with the dual exhaust
 With so much rumble in the back on my load
 I hit the parkin lot and watch convertables fold
 Them zippers was sold
 And bitches use to hold my d
 And back then an ounce would cost you a g
 I stacked 22 and had 21 left
 7 to the kill nigga thanks to chef
 They was lovin me to death cuz i had cream
 Them niggas double up so dope fiend never seen
 And on my team you gone get your green
 Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means
 [chorus]
 [levitti]
 Be about yo paper main
 Fetti, scrilla, scratch main
 [d-shot]
 My paper, my paper is way to strong
 Cuz when it comes to fetti muthafucka it's own
 Money, scratch, revenues and all that shit
 Stingy nigga in your hood tryin' to strike at rich
 I gots the town hecks a sewed up
 Thangs for 13 - 5, no bakin' soda
 I'm to heavy the feds can't fuck with me
 My lawyers paid so fuck the d.e.a
 Boss ballin droppin sacks through your fuckin hood
 You want it hard or soft, it's to the good
 We're gettin stronger with this distrubution drug shit
 We're gettin bigger muthafuckas don't want to see my click
 I'm in and out, from town to fuckin town
 Collectin mail makin my fuckin rounds
 Northern cali is the place where a nigga dwell
 Nuts hangin' bitch i'm about my mail
 [chorus]
 [e-40]
 Sittin' on top of a matress full of dried up pee stains
 Choppin up my candy cane
 Use your razor blade nigga use a saftey pin
 See i probably wouldn't quit if they raided my shit
 Soon as i get out i'm right back in it
 Now i got my car and were thick as shit
 I you ain't know a car's a click
 Employees on the boulevard rough and tough'n
 Got my test clean from puff and stuff'n
 Came off a hook up on some chops never been fired off
 Steal a box with the styrofoam guarenteed not to cough
 Vallejo, v-town, valley joe
 No respect for the muthafucka po po
 A yaba do the boys in blue be gettin shookin
 Sometimes i'm suited up, sometimes i'm bummy lookin
 Slick and slide, whoppin em at they own game
 Publicity stunts changin my pager number every six months
 [chorus]