Z-ro - Get Your Paper lyrics

[Z-Ro:] You got to Get Your Paper in this game If you a hustler, if you a hustler n***as be playin' with this thing, but you all about your change They can't touch us, they can't touch us 24/7 all day handin' business But on the low 5 0 ain't gon' witness it I'm in the alley with them quarters & half's up in my hand Thinkin' of a master plan, I can Hustle all night to the early morn' I can Affect a hustle servin' rappers, serve his dome And if a n***a plottin' on me, I disturb his home And be a straight up fore' they even as I swerve his dome. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever you can take your time. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind. [Z-Ro:] I used to set up shop 'about 6:00 in the morning on my grind Powder packs & crack & nerve sacks out of the ghetto was on my mind Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keepin' it on the low 'Cause when n***as see you all the time it seems they act friends just to get your dough But it ain't no raw to me I ride with the armory, the AR15 Collectin' my digits & spinnin' my tires, no time for conversation, I gotta ride Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate 'Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes ballin' was the picture 'cause there was no hitter n***as is sinnin' major, nothin' but home runs when I swing my bat But some of these n***as be playin' crooked so I can't forget to bring my ghat But when it's all said & done I'm a redo my walls with platinum placks At the Source Awards, with a grand daddy Couple of drinks, straight like that. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever you can take your time. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind. [Z-Ro:] I'm a get my paper, hustlin' up in this rap game I'm movin' my units, I'm movin' my heart it's all for stacks man And once I get it, it ain't gon' be no turnin' back f** the boomerang affect makin' muthaf**ers hate me from a distance Hoppin' fences in an instant Tryin' to get away from the long arm of the law Jeopardize my Benjamin's, I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw My attitude be raisin' it's amazin' I'm not locked for man slaughter Because I love my plastic princess & I can't keep my hands off her She be right next to my nuts every time I deal with hoes & crews Send my b**h to f**in' s** it b**h, before I know they move. Is that gangster enough for you baby? Ro gotta get his dough bro Bendin' corners in a tinted out 4 do' Volvo blowin' dro hoe. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever you can take your time. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever you can take your time. Get Your Paper hustlin' up in these city streets Don't forget to spendin' 10 thousand dollars on CD's And if you rappin' ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind.