Anon - Paper Thin lyrics

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Anon - Paper Thin lyrics

"Paper thin, take the money and the gear then break the hell out" - MC Lyte 'Paper Thin' [Verse One: Bambu] Take a saw to a shotgun till it fit in your palm And make sure that thing is shorter than a lap dance song And throw a slug in the ceiling Get the rooms attention Tell the story of our people that they failed to mention In cla**room settings, these lessons they really s** But in detention, the session's with St. Ides in my cup And conversation 'bout the hustle kept our kids engaged Not afraid of jail we 'possed to been pa**ed away And now we geeked that the president got skin like ours So we stick up little stickers, screaming "hope" on cars But police will still barge into your spot armed Last week, one of my homeboys got his head split apart Feel like the hood's still the same, while we screaming 'bout "change" And the solution, build a franchise, move our people away? Remember shotgun cut down? Rob that coffee shop weekly till they move the f** out [Hook: Bambu] We on that project money when the pockets look funny Then we rally all the jackers in the h-h-h-hood And then we take that money to the project's cutty So you flash that paper getting s-s-s-super f**ed Light the sky up Let 'em know we broke too long We gon' rearrange the power in the h-h-h-hood They've been setting up shop up on our blocks too long Now it's our turn, flash paper get it s-s-s-super f**ed [Verse Two: Chace Infinte] The .50 cal kickback damn near broke my arm Now my palm is numb and I can't throw this Molotov Seeing our conditions, it be pissing me off They building new Popeye's, but schools they can't afford? Every ghetto's infected with a new mini-mall What if people spend and own nothing at all? Sometimes ideas on paper need to be reinforced Sometimes you need to sacrifice to take what's yours If the devil infiltrate upon your righteous cause By any means you have the right to not take that loss When they gentrify the hood and tell ya mama "get lost" It's kinda hard to tell a n***a not to use brute force When the pigs slam your cheekbone against brick walls And hara** innocents daily doing nothing at all Remember that .50 Cal with the awesome kickback? When they brutalize your brothers put a hole in they back Remember that Popeye's that be serving us foul? Throw a Molotov until that motherf**er burn down [Hook] {beat change} [Verse Three: Bambu] Listen I got a 12 year old gun, another jerk, get it? When it s**s I say you Souljah Boy'd the verse, get it? Lemons make lemonade but turn them things the other way Cause it hurts unbelievable to squirt it in your face Life lessons, and all that sending positive vibes Is bullsh** if you live where you can barely survive Skip the spiritual wishing and get the f** off a couch Get the f** out your house and throw your X-Box out Put the Optimo out, pour the 40 ounce out Take control of your life, what's the excuses about? Stop the cycle that we idle and our daddy's did that Now we no different than our dads and we recycling that So now we stuck in a loop from the block to a bid Over and over again and pa** it on to our kids It's a loop You ain't gotta track sh** out Give me a loop I can gas just as hard Over a loop You ain't gotta track this out Give me a loop I can gas just as hard Over a loop