DO OR DIE LYRICS - Get This Paper

"Get This Paper"



[Talking:]

D. O.D., new style (hustlas)

AK, Belo

Bout to show 'em how to paper chase

Chicage if you with me

C'mon, tell me something K



[Verse 1: AK]

Do you know, now do you know

They give you, triple-life in jail

For some shit that you didn't even do?

Now do you know, now do you know

They got majority locked down

While we cry for our peoples and they tools

Now do you know, now do you know

They got a nigga in hell

But we hustle cause our rent is past-due

Now do you know, now do you know

We know right from wrong

But motherfucka's ain't actin' brand new



[Hook: N. A.R. D]

This shit is all good

We hustle in the hood

I gotta get my money riiight

If it don't make dollars

It don't make sense

I gotta get my money riiight



This shit is all good

We hustle in the hood

I gotta get my money riiight

If it don't make dollars

It don't make sense

I gotta get my money riiight



[singing: Lady]

We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)

Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care

No matter what haters might say

We grindin' like every day

Can't let this get away

We gon' get this paper



[Verse 2: Belo]

I wake up early

Start chiefin' while gettin' blown

I'm thinkin' of ways

That I can get my money on

I got four-five in the 'Lac

And packed with chrome

And bitches be all grimey

They fuck til' yo money gone

I keeps it grimey

You find me off in the hood

Gettin' dis-combobulated

With' little Jimmy and them and umm

We poppin' bottles

You follow while shootin' craps

Give me daps, rock up, get paid

On the block, we get to hoppin' em

Now, what you say, now, now

My pockets hum with the mum

With the bump, get crunk

Well I'm bout to kick it off

I got my nigga with' pump

With' the thumb, let's go, well

We goin' out for the door

And I'm not lettin' off

I gots to keep the hustle

I got to keep the paper

A broke man can't understand

If he don't got paper

Benjamins won't come to you

Unless you go head out and make 'em

No matter what they say

I'm always paper chasin'



[Hook: Lady singing]

We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)

Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care

No matter what haters might say

We grindin' like every day

Can't let this get away

We gon' get this paper

Paper (Paper)

Paper (Chase that paper y'all)

Paper (Paper)

Paper



[Verse 3: N. A.R. D]

I know it's hard without a nine-to-five job

Or a twenty-four hustle

When the coke get low

It make the whole street struggle

I grind so grimey

Because my ho shoes buckle

And my pants drag low

I got to fold 'em down and tuck 'em

The dream from the past

Was to come outta the shade and scuffle

Now watch the rich people sit back and get paid

While the haters and the envy had a plan for that

They tried to put me in a situation-

Where they thought I couldn't adapt

I'm tryin'a tell you...

You livin' in a cold, cold world

When I used to live in the 'jects

With' a dope fiend girl

You ain't never had no struggle like this

And you ain't had a hustle like this

If you ain't never walked around in my shoes before

How can you judge all the drugs that I've used before?

Lord help me, look at the place that we livin' in

And tell me you wouldn't scuffle

To get you some dividends



[Hook: Lady singing]

We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)

Ridin', smokin', comin' like we don't care

No matter what haters might say

We grindin' like every day

Can't let this get away

We gon' get this paper