Brotha Lynch Hung - My Papers lyrics

I used to push 24 Deep in '92 like c**aine Had them gangsta n***az railed up doin' it wit no name Stayin' at the roach motel 2 for 2 chesse hamburger deals Doin' shows in broke down clubs just to get a meal Imma keep it real it was all sk**z that payed your bills And the fact that you don't pay n***az that sh** going to get you k**ed But don't worry about me partna Like I said I'm already dead I hold this infared point blank range steadily at your head Cuz I'm a blocc n***a you know what happens when you fucc wit us We cut your tongues off switch n***az and stuff bloody'em up(bloody'em up) Run up in the cut and fucc it rough you up and put you up These broke n***az don't give a mothafucc I want that meal ticket and we'll never kicc it cuz you funny styles Still won't fucc wit you even if you gave me my money now Funny how ridaz get bought up you about to get caught up like Bo King You be gettin' n***az thats why you got no team [Chorus] Damn,n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers Bam,hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper Ran too the 1964 and smashed off So fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (1) Fucc your record company I'm about to blast off (2) (X2) [Verse 2] I was young dumb full of cum full of O.E. and Rum Spittin' chunccs of meat all heat Always givin' where I from in every verse 24 Blocc like I don't give a fucc Suppose to be in the studio but I'm somewhere drunk fuccin' up Blacc Too Short I ain't trippin' Used to be a record thing now it's a new sport put your clip in I heard you be dreamin' about n***az in ski masks with bottles of blacc mola**es Ran up your pad quicc woke your a** up wit the magnum I could of been platnium a loc went bad when you jacc'd him You get'em old like Carl Weathers you ain't got no Action Jackson I'm mirror watchin' when I'm paccin' n***a give me my sh** You the type of n***a that pay for hits I don't pay for sh** Cuz I'm broke you wanted it that why for some reason Couldn't find you for nuttin' ever since I did Season Of Da Sicc Picc'em off like Deion everything you see me on Is stolin' in your life pure witta colon serious until it's over Imma always be at that a** witta butcher knife Askin' where you put your wife and why did I took your life Houses got bought up you about to get caught like Bo King You begettin' n***az thats why you got no team [Chorus] Damn,n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers Bam,hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper Ran too the 1964 and smashed off Fucc your record company I'm about to blast of (1) (X2) So fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (2) [Verse 3] sh** is gettin' to the point where imma smash on everbody And it's gettin' to the point where I don't fucc wit nobody Beleive it I tucc the ol' shotty in the glove compartment Hit the town in????????????? if he start sh** I spark sh** that heat you up cool you off sh** Those old joints you remakin' homes imma get my profit We struggle for years on the???? we can rap it out If you????? shows I pull the tec and take you out It the cut and lay low until I get my sh** Interrupt your day with fadeo'z put 44 holes in your windpipe They know i'm sicca than sicc when i split your sh** leave you coughin' up liver bits Fuccin' n***az to get your grip it aint safe n***a where was you faith we could of blow up You better watch how you do stuff Can't wait fot the new stuff it's called Lynch By Inch I put your b**h on the ground I say wheres the money Swiss count b**h damn that n***a tryin' to get me for my papers Bam,hit her witta enough lead got away wit the caper Ran too the 1964 and smashed off So fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (Chorus) Damn,n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers(1,2,3,5) Damn, that n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers(4) Bam,hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper Ran too the 1964 and smashed off Fucc your record company I'm about to blast of (1)(3)(5) So Fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (2) ni**a Fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (4) X5