The Paper Chase

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, man, I hope niggas get this chase on, mayne Hope you got your running shoes, boy Huh, that's real [Verse 1] On a paper chase, chasing papers, pulling capers Flipping a dope ass ride when it's time to glide Shit's so thick it ain't funny Especially when you're flipping a car off another nigga money And niggas so dirty, they roll around with ya Squattin' all over the fuckin' town with ya Knowing they done got this nigga for about 10 G's Went and got at the next nigga and bought hella OZ's Quick to flip, hit the strip, pop the clip Strapped at all times so the sucker won't trip Down and dirty on the block about them snaps Niggas up in your mix so it's time to bust a few caps Talking about, "How you come up so quick and where the fuck you get that mail from?" Stay out my shit like this, punk bitch, you better run Sideways on a mission to the Moe, gotta lay low for the time being Coming so ridic', come inside, they even worth seeing Made a big mistake, bought a cake from a F-E-D With the profits from the OZ Knotted, better hide it, 'cause if you won't, trot it Or when you ride it, 'cause if you don't, fuck You'd be stuck like Chuck for the century In the penitentiary calling shots like an OG All because of the paper you was chasing And all because of the goddamn lives you was taking So vicious when it comes to the stack game Get your money all the time rolling in a chrome 9 And that's how it be in the '93 Fuck a Glock 17, bought a Glock 23 So peep game and pump up your bass And check what I'm talking 'bout on the paper chase [Chorus] The paper chase, nigga, the paper chase The paper chase, nigga, the paper chase Paper chase [Interlude] Pass me my Zapco, mayne, pump that shit up [Verse 2] Street life on the Westside of Frisco Critical, but it's time for a jack, ho Robbery, a 211 in progress Strong Black male but you know you can't fade this To watch my back, I got a 9 To make sure everything go fine, hmm They act like it's Black Season But I'ma give their punk ass 17 reasons Not to fuck with a G 'Cause yes, I'm an OG straight from the cold streets California lifestyle from all the players Hoods and convicts, gangs with strong rep Brothers doing dirt on a daily basis Always on the run 'cause they tryna take this Game from the ganker, money from the banker Even tried to get my homie D-Moe for the dank'a But check it out, nigga, that ain't shit Niggas on the street tryna check a grip I mean, getting it on, I mean, taking your chrome Cutting off gauge barrels, putting 'em to your dome I mean, running in your home, mayne, fully loaded Jumping in your shit 'cause it's time to roll it Squattin', plottin' on the next nigga, creepin' through the cuts Yeah, they know what's up 'cause they don't give a fuck Two to the face, but don't catch a case That's how it is, mayne, on the paper chase [Outro] The paper chase, the paper chase, nigga The paper chase, on a motherfuckin' paper chase