DJ Premier - Me, Not the Paper lyrics

[Chorus] "Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean Black?" "I gets the paper" [Verse 1] Microphone thugs, flip keys and sh** 'member the 80's when n***as was acting crazy? The mean streets raised me I used to live dangerously I miss crack-selling armed and dangerous felons Plus murderers, drug spot burglars n***as doing anything to acquire that paper Lived the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme Peace to all my n***as doing time on top of time Plus the ones gunned down in their prime I made it this far because of Divine design Diamond, flooded chains the sun still outshines I get you drunk off my drink like that champaign wine As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless If sh** was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest Hard on records, but really p**y, check it I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly a hundred percent [Chorus] "Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean Black?" "I gets the paper" [Verse 2] It started way before Super Rhymes Peace to mom dukes for enduring hard times God bless all the victims of my past life crimes I do this for the ghetto youth living like Good Times Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps In '97 studio hustlers push crack on wax And breaking backs, but faking jacks If it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust caps So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks Fat Ac's, and platinum plaques Come bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullsh** Got the youth running around criminal minded Not a player hater, just don't chase the paper Got a little deal so some heads caught the vapors So stupid motherf**ers throw your guns in the air To all my n***as who ain't make it past their 19th year I do it for me, and not the paper, strictly A hundred percent, nah mean? [Chorus] "Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean Black?" "I gets the paper" [Verse 3] Sinister plots, every week who got shot Spots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hot n***as bugging out so some receive toe tags Resting up north with f*g or sporting sh** bags When I think back it's so sad All the n***as that I had, who'd ever figure that it'd get so bad? So I retreat with a pen and a pad Hide your chain when you ride the train For writing rhymes about automatic weapons I'd rather steer the youth in the right direction Drop a bomb, destroy the 10% section Little girls already s**ing Hard rock shorties is flexing But I stick to my lessons, no stress Cause if sh** was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest Hard on records, but really p**y, check it I do this for me, and not the paper strictly A hundred percent, know what I'm saying? [Chorus] "Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean Black?" "I gets the paper"