Til’ My Death

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Project Pat] (Patta) Money to be made Project must get paid Sippin' on the gold bottle just like some sweet koolaid Strap with a semi-automatic, don't you violate (Ooo!) She send them bitches bullets in they dome like nut in they face Gold 'round my neck, gold on my teeth, flexin the plates On the road, 50 cities, 50 shows, 50 states Outta' town there's plenty love, but my own city mo' hate I salute every young nigga steppin' to the plate Motherfucker, wait Gotta have that shit right now (Now!) Pistol in your face, your hoe screamin' Bitch, better pipe down Cause these streets are wicked Niggas will get'cha I don't trust a soul I'mma have a burner on me, dawg Til' I'm dead and old And I'm chasin' this paper til' my death (Ooo!) Niggas talkin that shit, better watch they step Cause the choppers in your face, you can meet ya death Young nigga, real quick, you can meet ya death [Chorus: Project Pat & Big Baby Scumbag] And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death (Ooo!) And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper, (Woah!) Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death (Yeah!) And I'm chasin' this paper, (Woah!) Til' my death [Verse 2: Big Baby Scumbag] (Woo!) Mr. Don't Play Bitch, don't play Money and these hoes in my face Gotta get the gat and [?] (Yeah!) Out here chasin' paper Got to be paid (Bitch!) Diamond touch your jewelry it was fake (Yeah!) Whippin' up a pot like new soufflé (Woo!) I'mma fuck a dyke she go both ways (Yeah!) Nigga, don't run up Don't get erased (Agh!) (Bitch!) [Chorus: Project Pat] And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death (Ooo!) And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death And I'm chasin' this paper Til' my death