Текст песни Paperchase - Do Or Die feat. Twista
Chorus:
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Verse
One:
I
need...
mo
money
mo
money
mo,
suck
'em
fast
suck
'em
slow
Even
though
I
gotta
pay
my
bills
I'm
still
on
the
streets
Tryin'
to
keep
it
real
Pass
that
shit
let
me
take
a
hit,
hopin'
this
money
ain't
Counterfeit
Give
'em
211
get
'em
in
line
and
let
'em
20
so(?)
Cut
that
money
let's
be
up,
which
you
wanna
ride,
the
Benz
or
the
Truck
Back
up,
get
on
the
one
way
cuz
more
Sundays
hotter
than
Monday
Often
gettin'
trailed
by
cops,
gotta
get
away
by
hittin
them
blocks
Got
my
glock,
never
stick
middle
finger
up
my
ass,
known
to
blast
Keep
me
down,
where
I'm
from
I'm
known
to
clown
Get
a
dub
off
a
nine,
go
get
a
sack,
I'm
back,
pro
black
Achiever,
leave
her,
thug
and
ashtray
More
to
the
fact
I'm
back
to
the
scene,
let
in
the
wonder
Let
all
the
smoke
out
And
if
Luke
coulda
broke
out
Gotta
make
more
stacks
of
these,
so
I
Z's
for
bud
in
The
breeze,
ain't
spittin'
cheese
What
a
freak
wanna
trip
off,
sip
off
the
lame
with
the
Game,
get
sick
of
the
man
who
point
the
blame
Still
a
P-O,
P-I,
M-P,
we
be
P-A,
P-E-R...
chase
Chorus:
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Verse
2:
You
see
my
nice
Mom
smokin',
money
slopin'
'tween
my
fo
With
open
arms
when
my
option
is
to
my
mission
it's
a
paperchase
So
when
you
face
to
face:
mom
and
dollar,
keep
to
the
Streets,
hit
the
joints
like
hollow
Boy
better
figure
if
you
owe
them,
better
low
then
With
po-po
corruption
on
the
phone
double
1-9-1-87,
with
A
couple
of
zeros
I'm
sittin'
there
makin'
dollars
Verse
2 G,
nigga
didn't
wanna
holler
Back
to
the
streets
again,
but
a
nigga
wanna
go
there
The
game
treatment
so
fair
Crucial,
in
neutral,
all
eyes
on
me
I'm
brutal,
choppin'
Up
that
paper
like
you
know
Gotta
click
since
I
call
them
blue
notes
Shippin'
that
paper
from
Earth
to
Pluto
Get
that
new
song
Nineteen
ninety-six
we
be
paperchasin'!
Chorus:
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Verse
3:
I'm...
checkin'
paper
like
a
hunter,
Belo
Had
dreams
about
runnin'
four
to
the
floor
O.G.s
in
my
house
me
in
the
clause
Nigga
want
cheese,
nigga
want
more
Bumpin'
all
the
good
shit
'cause
all
the
good
shit
makes
You
forget
about
the
bad
bit
Now
you
make
a
nigga
match
wits
Never
want
what
I
never
had,
'cause
I
never
had
shit
The
basketball,
the
all,
the
ounce,
bounce,
A
to
the
motherfucking
K
I
smoke
the
bead
but
they
keep
on
calling
me
and
they
Want
my
apology
And
they
fall,
see
it's
unexplainable
how
money's
unattainable
If
you
play
in
this
game
So
nigga
never
call
me
names
when
I
aim
the
gun
but
holler:
A
to
the
motherfucking
K
with
a
motherfucking
spray-ay-ay
A
to
the
motherfucking
K
with
a
spray-ay-ay
It's
95
keep
your
ass
out
the
line-up
Why
don't
you
keep
the
double-time
up,
pimp
keep
them
lines
up
Help
'em
talk
to
shiner,
give
me
the
best
wish
The
paperchase
be
for
me
'cause
you
got
blasted
with
An
eighth
of
a
key
Niggas
be
be-comin'
up
but
come
or
stay
away
And
I'll
let
you
take
your
fate
with
three...
Bullets
to
the
chest,
put
your
body
rest
If
you
know
P-gang
going
for
the
G-Style
Never
relax,
realize
don't
give
a
one-too-many
free
packs
Come
check
your
ho
to
see
I'm
a
G
I-get
in
a
sick
dream
Paid
to
pick
teams
in
a
room
full
of
dick
fiends
Much
love
to
thugs
who
sacrifice
their
life
to
get
greens
For
the
troop
of
15,
what
the
shit
mean?
It's
you
bitch,
you
better
save
your
breath,
'cause
you
Can't
count
how
many
days
is
left
Let
the
weed
smoke,
blaze,
but
check,
until
I'm
ready
to
wreck
Then
a
motherfucker
gonna
be
paid
to
death
Because
I'm
goin'
on
a
paperchase
Chorus:
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
Paperchase,
I'm
on
a
motherfuckin'
paperchase
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