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I Get My Paper Lyrics

Artist: Cassidy
Album: B.A.R.S.: The Barry Adrian Reese Story

Chorus: (x2)
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

Verse 1:
Look, if you deal coke and you still broke, start grindin' more homes/
Cause I'm a drug connaisseur homes/
In the hood, good jobs is hard to find, like dinosaur bones/
I'm tryin'a start shinin' more, homes/
That's why I make 'em 'Hurry up and buy', like that China store, homes/
Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more stones/
And tellin' ain't my twist, I ain't that kinda boy, homes/
But a lot of niggaz singin' like the Commodores, homes/
I'm ridin' when it's time for war, homes/
The chrome on my hip, could flip a fully grown dinosaur, homes/
I'm the kinda boy known to split domes when I palm the Taurus/
And spray rounds that could lay down a Tyrannosaurus/
My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless/
My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury/
I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries/
So getcha own sound, tha Hustla home, now/

Chorus: (x4)
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

Verse 2:
E'ry bar that I write, like a brick of that hard white/
I truly been blessed, this a gift from the Lord Christ/
But yo, if you livin' the hard life/
You can't give back the hand you was dealt, so play ya cards right/
They say you ain't promised them all, right?/
So I stay in them streets, like a deer that stay in that car lights/
With the highbeams on, and the fog lights lit/
I get, my lean on, on some boss type shit/
Until, my cream gone, I'ma ball like this/
In my all-white-T, and my all-white-kicks/
And I still toss the white on that strip, that's why I floss like this/
With the frostbite wrists, cause we all quite rich/
I love this life/
I threw different colour ice, and my cross like Swiss/
And all I give broads is hard-type dick/
Have them twirlin' they tongue, yeah, I know I got a girl and a son/
But um, this a man's world, I'm as thorough as they come/

Chorus: (x4)
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

Verse 3:
I'm from a block where niggas get it poppin' at/
Where cats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats/
But you gotta aim low, when you poppin' that/
Cause that hot shit got kick, like a soccer match/
I'm from where the M1s and the choppers at/
Philly, where you could come to go gun shoppin' at/
You rockin' Plat, got ya chain with the watch to match/
Watch ya back, cause you gone if you ain't got ya gat/
Cats'll jack ya Pops if he ain't got a strap/
Cats'll rob ya Mom if she got a stack/
Cause niggaz tryina' get paid/
And niggaz not tryina' get waves when they rockin' the stockin' cap/
'Round the way, they gotta go n' make pots of crack/
And you'll spend like 24 for a block o' that/
My niggaz tryina' get the cheese, but no, not to rat/
I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't an option at/

Chorus: (x4)
I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/
I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

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