Get Yo Paper

[Z-Ro]

You got to get your paper in this game

If you a hustler (if you a hustler)

Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change

They can't touch us (they can't touch us)

24/7 all day, and in business

But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it

I'm in the alley with them quarters and halfs up in my hand

Thinking of a master plan, I can

Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can

Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome

And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home

And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome

[Chorus]

Get your paper hustling up in these city streets

Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s

And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry

Whatever you can take your time

Get your paper hustling up in these city streets

Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s

And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry

Don't let it take over your mind

[Z-Ro]

I use to set up shop bout six o'clock

In the morning on my grind

Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks

Out of the ghetto was on my mind

Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low

Cause when niggas beep you all the time

It seems they act friends, just to get your dough

But it ain't no raw to me

I ride with the armory, the AR 1-5

Collecting my digits and spinning my tires

No time for conversation, I gotta ride

Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate

Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes

Balling was the picture, cause there was no hitter

Niggas is sinning major

Nothing but home runs when I swing my bat

But some of these niggas be playing crooked

So I can't forget to bring my gat

And when it's all said and done

I'ma redo my walls with platinum placks

At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy

Couple of drinks, straight like that

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

I'ma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game

I'm moving my units, I'm moving my heart it's all for stacks man

And once I get it, it ain't gon be no turning back

Fuck the boomerang affect, making motherfuckers hate me

From a distance, hopping fences in an instant

Trying to get away from the long arm of the law

Jepordize my benjamins, I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw

My attitude be raising it's amazing, I'm not locked for man slaughter

Because I love my plastic princess, and I can't keep my hands off her

She be right next to my nuts, everytime I deal with hoes and crews

Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch, before I know they move

Is that gangster enough for you baby, Ro gotta get his dough bro

Bending corners, in a tinted out four do' Volvo, blowing dro hoe

[Chorus - 2x]