Paperchase Do or Die (Ft. Twista)

(Hook, AK)
Paper chase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paper chase
Paper chase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paper chase

(Verse 1, Belo)
I need.. Mo money, mo money mo! Some cum fast, some cum slow
Even though I got to pay my bills
I'm still on the streets tryina keep it real
Pass this B, let me take a hit
Hopin this money ain't counterfeit
Give 'em two, and let 'em go and see lyin' the middle of the twenty's so
Cuff that money, and lets be up
What'chu wanna ride, the Benz or the truck?
Bag up, get on the runway, cuz more Sunday's hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, better get away by bendin blocks
Cop my Glock, don't stick a middle finger up my ass, known to blast
Keep me down, where I'm from, I'm known to clown
Get a dub, off it now go get a sack, I'm back to a black
Acheive it, leave it, thug and a ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the scene
Let the window down, and let all the smoke out (let all the smoke out)
And if Luke coulda broke out
Gotta make more stacks of these, so its eaz' for a brotha to breeze
Ain't splittin' cheese wit a freak, wanna trick off so pick off the lame in the game
Get'cha sick off the man who point the blame
Still a, P-O, P-I, M-P, we be, P-A, P-E-R, chase