The Legendary Traxster - Get This Paper lyrics

(Talking) D.O.D., new style (hustlas) AK, Belo Bout to show 'em how to paper chase Chicage if you wit me C'mon, tell me something K (Verse 1, AK) Do you know, now do you know They give you, triple-life in jail For some sh** that you didn't even do? Now do you know, now do you know They got majority locked down While we cry for our peoples and they tools Now do you know, now do you know They got a n***a in hell But we hustle cause our rent is past-due Now do you know, now do you know We know right from wrong But motherf**a's ain't actin' brand new (Hook, N.A.R.D) This sh** is all good We hustle in the hood I gotta get my money riiight If it don't make dollars It don't make sense I gotta get my money riiight This sh** is all good We hustle in the hood I gotta get my money riiight If it don't make dollars It don't make sense I gotta get my money riiight (Lady singing) We gon' get this paaper (Yeah) Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care No matter what haters might say We grindin' like every day Can't let this get away We gon' get this paper (Verse 2, Belo) I wake up early Start chiefin' while gettin' blown I'm thinkin' of ways That I can get my money on I got four-five in the 'Lac And packed with chrome And b**hes be all grimey They f** til' yo money gone I keeps it grimey You find me off in the hood Gettin' dis-combobulated Wit' little Jimmy and them and umm We poppin' bottles You follow while shootin' craps Give me daps, rock up, get paid On the block, we get to hoppin' em Now, what you say, now, now My pockets hum with the mum With the bump, get crunk Well I'm bout to kick it off I got my n***a wit' pump Wit' the thumb, let's go, well We goin' out for the door And I'm not lettin' off I gots to keep the hustle I got to keep the paper A broke man can't understand If he don't got paper Benjamins won't come to you Unless you go head out and make 'em No matter what they say I'm always paper chasin' (Hook, Lady singing) We gon' get this paaper (Yeah) Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care No matter what haters might say We grindin' like every day Can't let this get away We gon' get this paper Paper (Paper) Paper (Chase that paper y'all) Paper (Paper) Paper (Verse 3, N.A.R.D) I know it's hard without a nine-to-five job Or a twenty-four hustle When the coke get low It make the whole street struggle I grind so grimey Because my ho shoes buckle And my pants drag low I got to fold 'em down and tuck 'em The dream from the past Was to come outta the shade and scuffle Now watch the rich people sit back and get paid While the haters and the envy had a plan for that They tried to put me in a situation- Where they thought I couldn't adapt I'm tryin'a tell you.. You livin' in a cold, cold world When I used to live in the 'jects Wit' a dope fiend girl You ain't never had no struggle like this And you ain't had a hustle like this If you ain't never walked around in my shoes before How can you judge all the d** that I've used before? Lord help me, look at the place that we livin' in And tell me you wouldn't scuffle To get you some dividends (Hook, Lady singing) We gon' get this paaper (Yeah) Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care No matter what haters might say We grindin' like every day Can't let this get away We gon' get this paper