Lyrics

[Hook: Hurricane Chris] We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) [Verse 1: Hurricane Chris] Gotta spend this paper my lil nigga dead I gotta send this hit And the fucked up thing is they killed my lil dawg like I (....) Mane I can't let it ride im chris gotta find these niggas Ima bow bow bow these niggas Hangin out the window with the llama Then I get out n walk up on any nigga dat make sure dat I got a gun Hangin out the window with the llama Then I get out n walk up on any nigga dat make sure dat I got a gun 4 legs, 4 niggas, 4 fists Big guns and they all got drums Payback payback ar15 widda scope finna hit em in da lungs Yeah there go my dawg in da casket 6 feet deep in the grave n they fucked up his family Now they got me dressed up in black with the mac in my lap And it clap when a nigga come past me Fuck with the team nigga 5150 Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty Fuck with the team nigga 5150 Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty Choppa make a nigga flip like gymnastics That Glock'll make a nigga body shatter like plastic Fuck with the team nigga 5150 Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty Choppa make a nigga flip like gymnastics That Glock'll make a nigga body shatter like plastic [Hook] We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) [Verse 2:?] Gotta keep that strap fa protection, no I don't need a case Gotta make it back home to my momma dont get one in yo face Don't get it twisted we rappers thats where dat paper at And we from the hood, we hustle to make that paper stack I know I gotta work, my people gotta eat I know I gotta work, my people gotta eat Promised my momma I could make a million offa rippin beats And what's understood is spoken for If ya talkin money then coversation is open for If y'ain't talkin money then conversation is usually short My way spittin my life on this fuckin mic so im usually hoarse So sick of losin my niggas for shit they gotta do I mean them niggas get at you that mean you gotta shoot And if ya light bill due then you gotta flip them And if ya light bill due then you gotta flip them O's I left my city but fuck it I gotta do them shows So im on the road, runnin the game Gotta make sure my cousins straight when he get out that chain gang [Hook] We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) We gotta get this paper mane Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang So sick of losing my niggas (niggas) So sick of losing my niggas (niggas)