Memphis Bleek - Where Da Paper At lyrics

[Cha Cha] Hey yo, you n***as wasn't expecting me Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it Where Da Paper At Run it, told you I gotta get it Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason why they got you in this room Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this business No matter who it be So this whole industry better get cool with me Cause see, these men adore me This light skin, manicured, this paper Hand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that Too late cuz I'm gon get that Ain't nuttin but a 8 stack And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that Ain't no sense in statin that (one more time) WHERE DA PAPER AT? [Memphis Bleek] If the war's on, get it on my n***a You gon form the law once the four bark, n***a Plus the crack you sell won't match yo bell You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat Bleek wrap n***as, clap n***as, go against the fleet If you a poster don, how a n***a can't eat I live ya four plus three feet deep You villinager a** n***as got one shot the f** up Finish no album, you done f**ed up Get missin, get yo own sh** twisted, get felt unidentified n***a I ain't bullsh**tin The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat Sit low in the acc, where dat paper at? [Black Child] Where Da Paper At? Is it in this rap sh**? Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a b**h? At one point or another I chose to do sticks I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dick If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz If you don't have half my sh**, have half this clip Da**it, unless you gon pa** yo b**h I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand You want a n***as smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand I gotta feed my fam, f** goin hand in hand And my kidz is gon have what I ain't have Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath If you blast, then we blast first For the dinero, we leavin n***as in the dirt [Berreta] Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing? Been on the run for indictments since 18 Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash Or I let this Glock pop like propane, I touch n***as from any range Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz Muthaf**az don't undertand what this industry is all about f** that sh** n***as is crazy, got our blocks open for months There ain't no way to hide b**h Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town b**h You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real n***as do real crimes Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5 Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em Like time is mone, n***a, you ain't realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin What.... [Throw Down] Respect the compition my game is con I'm rappin all them n***as up, dismantlin them in the pond Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, f** a Beanie Seag That b**h I slit his throat Money addiction that sh** done got me goin around like money listin At hand is what's gon get you and yo man missin See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson Watch him blow for he hit the ground And garanteed if I miss you my man'll get you And f** who standin wit you when he can he hit you Cause me and Ja hittin them sh** that you were scared to do Wit me and Ja runnin yo sh**, go sh** yop pantz u do It's too late for that? You gon stay for that? Trust me you gon pay for that, n***a where da paper at? [Ja Rule] Come on Come on Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of lights I'm the true so take notice to New York's Finest Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable Thug, slash, political, n***a, slash spirital Not the typical, average mind you're used to Mentality crucail, b**hes get it too I'm not hearing you, question is, do you hear me? If not let me introduce y'all to nine Milly It's a damn shame the game you played you lost Gotta k** a n***a on that same line you crossed Wit that line he'll keep his fingers crossed I can't call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit And every night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic Gotta shop?, Call it ???? Somebody died for the paper? Not you and I? n***a and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez... Uh .....