Paper Boyz N Da Hood (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Chorus - Jody Breeze] X2
Fake niggas be talking, real niggas get paper
Yeah nigga we gangster, who gives a fuck what you thinking?
We be flipping them cakes, we be whipping that soda
From the streets of the A, to the home of the coca

[Verse 1 - Big Gee]
I be tucked off, '75 Cut' dog
Trapping at the bus stop, trying to get this dust off
Get pissed off, then the TEC talk
All at the Waffle House bathroom, trying to wipe the blood off
I been lost, been throwed off
Ever since they set Wayne free, preliminary hearings off
I'm veering off, in the fast lane
Driving up the lonely road hollering "real nigga get money mane!"

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Fake niggas be talking, real niggas get paper
Look hater you're hating, look at us, we major
It get hotter and hotter, the hotter the water
No remodel now, it's Maybach and no less than Mirada
I keep killers, they keep killing
These little fuck niggas, they barely keep living
Bitch we break them down, so we keep building
Young and blowing pounds, in the hood, making millions