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Rich Boy - "Lets Get This Paper"
Lyrics to Lets Get This Paper : Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey [Verse 1:] R.I.P. Pooh Bear, thats my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, lets get this bread homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They underestimate me cause Im comin from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he aint 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 Im posed to feel when police killin kids' And then we cant get a job, ridin we get them pounds If it aint 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 gon move next' They takin them food stamps, they stop government checks Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker Naw I dont see them haters, so lets go get this paper [Bridge 1:] Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we dont own nothin.. If we get money, we got a lil few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga you gettin money for the people in ya family that aint got nothin.. When its all said and done, what do you own' You dont own nothin, you dont own you... The nigga playin basketball, he dont own that jersey, he cant even be in a commercial wit his name on the back, so when its really all said and done, what did you do this for' What difference did you make' [Verse 2:] You see how the world changin' Yeah, they look so dumb aint it' 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 its bullshit' Same niggas I went to school wit Grabbin on yo nuts and disrespectin get you merked Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin shit But they all some hypocrites, haters they wont 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 yo 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 dont see you haters, so lets go get this paper [Bridge 2: Polow Da Don] Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we '' nigga! Everybody talkin bout they gettin money... Yall niggas aint gettin no muthafuckin money nigga! I got millions nigga and Im still broke nigga cause that aint no mutafuckin money! Yall playin right into these muthafuckin hands... Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga' What yo bank account say nigga' Oh thats all' Haha! [Verse 3:] They shippin them boys off, they fightin in Iraq Its soldiers in that war that aint never gon make it back Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder We takin chances wit that coke comin cross that water Tryin to get up out this ghetto life aint gotta be this way Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do in yesterday I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes And now Im beggin Lord that you dont let me down this time Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker No I dont see them haters, so lets go get this paper [Bridge 3: Rich Boy] 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 sposed to do wit that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga.. matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga be on that muthafuckin stand nigga lookin the muthafuckin judge in they face nigga... and he gon tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga.. They sendin yall niggas on vacation nigga cross the nation nigga, yall niggas caught up in the muthafuckin hype nigga... Sellin that white nigga... I been there, done that nigga Nigga Im from Mobile nigga they call that bitch '' city nigga, you bring yo black ass there nigga, you aint gon make it nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin prison bein black where Im from nigga I come from the mutafuckin impossible nigga Now yall niggas gotta deal wit me nigga Im here! Zone 4 new muthafuckin money nigga D Boy Squad.. Rich Boy! Polow Da Donnnnnnn! Yeah! [ Lets Get This Paper Lyrics ]
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