[Z-Ro]
You gotta get your paper, in this game
If you a hustler, (if you a hustler)
Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change
They can't touch us, (they can't touch us)
24/7 all day, and in business
But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it
I'm in the alley with them quarters and halves, up in my hand
Thinking of a master plan, I can
Hustle all night, to the early morn' (I can)
Flip the hustle serving rappers, serving stones
And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home
And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome
[Hook]
Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s
And if you rapping, ain't no handouts in this industry
Whatever, you can take your time
Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s
And if you rapping, ain't no handouts in this industry
Don't let it, take over your mind
[Z-Ro]
I use to set up shop bout six o'clock, in the morning on my grind
Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks, out of the ghetto was on my mind
Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low
Cause when niggas beep you all the time, it seems they act friends to get your dough
But it ain't no robbing me, I ride with the armory the A-R 1-5
Collecting my digits and spinning 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's a plate balling I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter
Nigga was in the majors, nothing but home runs when I swing my bat
But some of these niggas be playing crooked, so I can't forget to bring my gat
And when it's all said and done, I'mma redo my walls with platinum placks
At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy cup of drank straight like that
You gotta get your paper, in this game
If you a hustler, (if you a hustler)
Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change
They can't touch us, (they can't touch us)
24/7 all day, and in business
But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it
I'm in the alley with them quarters and halves, up in my hand
Thinking of a master plan, I can
Hustle all night, to the early morn' (I can)
Flip the hustle serving rappers, serving stones
And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home
And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome
[Hook]
Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s
And if you rapping, ain't no handouts in this industry
Whatever, you can take your time
Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets
Don't forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s
And if you rapping, ain't no handouts in this industry
Don't let it, take over your mind
[Z-Ro]
I use to set up shop bout six o'clock, in the morning on my grind
Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks, out of the ghetto was on my mind
Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low
Cause when niggas beep you all the time, it seems they act friends to get your dough
But it ain't no robbing me, I ride with the armory the A-R 1-5
Collecting my digits and spinning 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's a plate balling I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter
Nigga was in the majors, nothing but home runs when I swing my bat
But some of these niggas be playing crooked, so I can't forget to bring my gat
And when it's all said and done, I'mma redo my walls with platinum placks
At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy cup of drank straight like that
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