Lil Keke - Get This Paper lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, what I gotta do to get this paper I want the paper b**hes, man S.U.C What do I gotta do to get that paper What I gotta do, to get that paper Tell me what I gotta do to get paper All I wanna do is get that paper [Mike D] All I had to do was shift my stick, and switch my b**h It's like oh my God, the kid back in the mix Funny how a no good hoe, will bring you down Put the worse on a n***a, cause y'all a playa curse f** a hoe, drag off in the Lexus Make a n***a respect this, Break-A-Hoe Texas City with no pity, hoes hustle out they titty Knuckle up pitch rocks, peep out it and go get it Snatch a rack run up pack, our packs hold a gat Hit the highway withcha, stash a half in a cat Sick stand-up cats, run with stand-up hoes If they bar mix packs, it be like there he blows Off in the wind, let the GTO scratch the street Behind tint getting bent, with Z-Ro in the deck Something jazzy dumping ashes, bout to give me slow neck Y'all know what it is, the same fo' came back [Lil' Keke] I've been through everything, but I still persevere Bout to go live in 0-5, I'm still right here Oh yeah it's still my year, cause that talk is cheap By my lone' who really want me, man I ride one deep Got my hustle right paper tight, don't matter to me I can write a 16, or process me a ki The streets a motherf**er, man they'll swallow ya whole Pack it up wrap it up, n***a I'm ready to roll f** these n***as and these figgas, I stay ready to rock Got k**as with twin Glocks, if you ready to plot It's the Take Over, I'm known as Lil' Ke A certified guerilla, is courtesy S.U.C Bang-bang chop-chop, man this sh** don't stop We the underground kings, it's eight dollas a pop These n***as be talking sh**, and I'm hot no doubt But they can s** my dick, until the cum shoot out [Grace] If you don't know what it was, just here to show what it is b**h I'm the game runner head hunter, wrecking for years It's the boy that put it down, from S.U.C. H-Town Southwest go-getter, Hoovergroove and to clown Take b**hes and split fame, love to grip on grain Southside of H-Town, where they cook up caine Chop-chop on dub 4's, swang and bang 8-4's Drop top and blow dro, or po' it up out of 4's Straight medicated elevated, one hundred afilliated The underground funk King, is highly anticipated Pimp then pen and give it to em, I'm a Grey Tape soul You can't break the damn fool, showcasing sk**s that's thoed f** a world Southwest G, another day another thug Day one true to it, till this day k** scrubs Spell it out you know my name, G-R-A-C-E S.U.C. V-E-T, that's till I D-I-E