paperchase
Do Or Die & Twista Lyrics

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
I'm relentlessly chasing money

I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow
I need more money and I'm willing to work hard for it

Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets tryin' to keep it real
I'm still working hard even though I have obligations to pay my bills

Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't counterfeit
I need a break and I'm hoping the money I'm earning isn't fake

Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)
I'm directing people to get in line to get their money

Cut that money let's be up, which you want to ride, the Benz or the Truck
Let's go and spend the money, which car do you want to drive?

Back up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Let's take an alternate route to avoid the police who are more active on Sundays

Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
I need to avoid the cops who are following me by changing my route

Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast
I carry a gun and I'm known to use it, but I'm not foolish enough to taunt the cops

Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown
People don't believe I can succeed but I prove them wrong

Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray
I'm back and buying drugs, a pro-black achiever, a thug, and someone who uses an ashtray

More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the wonder let all the smoke out
I'm back to my old habits of using drugs and letting the smoke out

And if Luke coulda broke out Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in the breeze, ain't spittin' cheese
If Luke can succeed, I can too and I need to make more money by selling weed

What a freak want to trip off, sip off the lame with the game, get sick of the man who point the blame
People are always trying to criticize me and blame me, even if it's not my fault

Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
I'm still a PIMP and I'm chasing money

You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase
When I have an opportunity to chase money, my family is supportive

So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the streets, hit the joints like hollow
When I have to choose between money and my family, I choose money and stay on the streets

Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with a couple of zeros
If you owe someone money, it's better to keep a low profile and avoid police corruption

I'm sittin' there makin' dollars Verse 2 G, nigga didn't want to holler
I'm making money but this person doesn't want to talk to me

Back to the streets again, but a nigga want to go there The game treatment so fair
I'm back to the streets, where the game is fair to anyone who plays it

Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin' up that paper like you know
I'm in a crucial situation and everyone is focusing on what I'm doing

Gotta click since I call them blue notes Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto Get that new song
I have a team and we're shipping money all over the galaxy

Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!
We've been chasing paper since 1996

I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, Belo Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor O.G.s in my house me in the clause Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
I'm checking money like a hunter, I've dreamed of being successful, and my mentors support me to make more money

Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes you forget about the bad bit Now you make a nigga match wits
I'm listening to music to forget my problems and to focus on making more money

Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K
I don't want anything I've never had before because I've never had anything worth wanting before

I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they want my apology And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable if you play in this game
I'm smoking and people keep asking me for things and apologies, but it's impossible to earn money if you don't play the game

So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler: A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up
Don't disrespect me or I'll aim my gun at you and call out my weapon's name. It's 1995 so stay out of trouble

Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with an eighth of a key
Work harder to earn more money and be successful, I'm wishing everyone the best in their chase for money

Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away And I'll let you take your fate with three... Bullets to the chest, put your body rest
Some people are becoming successful and I'll let them keep succeeding, others should stay away or they'll face the consequences

If you know P-gang going for the G-Style Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs Come check your ho to see I'm a G I-get in a sick dream Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens for the troop of 15, what the shit mean?
I'm part of the P-gang and I'm going for the G-Style. Don't give out too many free drugs and come see me if you want to know what a true G is. I choose people in the room full of drug addicts to be part of my team. I respect the people who gave their lives to get green (money) for their families

It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you can't count how many days is left Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm ready to wreck Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death Because I'm goin' on a paperchase
Don't talk to me because you don't know how much longer you'll live. Smoke weed but watch out before I attack. I'm going to make so much money that I'll be wealthy forever.