"PAPER"
KRAYZIE BONE

The world, the world, the world, is very different now . . .

Everybody wants some paper. [I want some.] Niggas fightin' over paper. [I know you want some.] And when you die,  I can bet you [You will die.] ya died tryin' to get some paper. [I can bet you will die.]
Shame, shame . . .

Ain't life a fucked up game without the green?  Mighty, mighty dollar bill y'all [bill y'all] have you sinnin', eventually in a coffin one day.  But you can't knock the hustle, niggas got bills to pay.  Struggle and strive, I'm tryin' to stay alive, but in meantime I'm a get mine.  Everything'll be fine, when I can eat and get high.  I mean eat when I want to; purchase some weed and have a place to P.O.D. when I want to.  But tryin' to make the paper ain't the only worry.  I gotta keep my glock cocked--niggas be plottin' on me, tryin' to hurt me.  So I stop, and nigga, "What's up?  I'm in a hurry."  No time for conversations with niggas that's thinkin' to murder me.  But I pin 'em everytime [everytime].  Time after time they try, but you can be deceased.  No more, your life.  Friends is usually your foes.  You know you're just like everybody, I trust nobody.

'Cause everybody want the paper.
[I want some.] Niggas fightin' over paper. [I know you want some.] And when you die,  I can bet you [You will die.] ya died tryin' to get some paper [I can bet you will die.].  Everybody wants some paper. [I want some.] That's what we fightin' over--paper. [I know you want some.] And when you die,  I can bet you [You will die.] ya died tryin' to get some paper. [I can bet you will die.]
Shame, shame . . .
Money, money, money. Make your, make your, cash flow.

A nigga be thinkin', ain't it funny sometimes that you can be quick to do a crime: you come up and get robbed and shot, but you got the same job?  Tricky business--sometimes you get your wig split.  But, shit, for the cheddar, I guess we just be willing to risk it.  "This is a stick up.  Give up the cash, your wallet, purse."  Nigga dash.  You turn around.  I'm puttin a bullet up in your ass.  Desperate-ass niggas don't play.  Me and my niggas ain't ate all day, and you can go to the grave for meal plate.  Niggas play dirty 'cause we out here hungry.  We just want a meal on the table, and a meal in the pocket.  You die if you cannot pay for your life.  Niggas is frantic, and that's why [that's why, that's why, that's why...]...

Everybody wants some paper. [I want some.] Niggas fightin' over paper. [I know you want some.] And when you die,  I can bet you [You will die.] ya died tryin' to get some paper. [I can bet you will die.]
Shame, shame.

Big hundred dollar bills, y'all.  Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills, y'all?
Would you kill, would you kill, would you kill, for them hundred dollar bills y'all?

Everybody wants some paper. [I want some.] Niggas fightin' over paper. [I know you want some.] And when you die,  I can bet you [You will die.] ya died tryin' to get some paper. [I can bet you will die.]
Shame, shame . . .

Better make your cash flow [cash flow, cash flow].  
Nigga better make your cash flow.  Nigga make your money, money, man.  
Better hustle up and make your cash flow.
Fuck being poor.

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