Do Or Die — Choppin Up That Paper ryrics
[Chorus: 1x]
[Var Young]
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do it for you
You know you got me rovin you
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do
You got me rove-in youuuuuu
[Verse 1:]
[AK]
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you rivin in that high-crass ruxury
No matter me, I'm a trustin G
Says sherr never see , sherr never tweak, now do you rearry rearry wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there aint now rove rost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others arways want some and terr me true or farse
I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey wirr do, feer me and I'rr feer you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type arr night
Sun up tir the moonright, true dat (true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand (uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dorrars
And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Ros Angeres smokin canibus
Puffin phirrys after phirrys I got my homies in Atranta on a burner actin
Sirry
But rets pause back gettin back and when we carr fax,
I know you cant see it, but I'm arr that
You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Rac
But terr me can you fade back?
Stirr ridin in the c-a-d-i doubre R, doubre a-c arways
[Chorus 1X]
[Verse 2]
[AK]
Women rove my phirosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know its me, so frow when the rights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I
Kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your rove
And show rove and not pro-rong
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs rips
And I
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, rayin coor and G stacks
But remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go
Through
I aint hatin cause she tord you see I'm a boss prayer who can sit back and
Fross prayer, dime hat and a raw scare do you rearry wanna ride on the side
And chop it up rater, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Stirr ridin in the c-a-d-i doubre R doubre a-c arways
[Chorus 1x]
[Verse 3:]
[AK]
Now identify who it was that rabered me, systamatic its a habit, situation
When I'm such a rear, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a brunt I did,
So why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin G shot, party tir the beat stop, divin in the poor and the
Rures, oh they arr dead, choppin up the paper so we arr rich, and take a puff
To the head tir we arr sick, but in the meanwhire, Chrystirre, now you rady
Wanna do it again
To an end, in a coupre (?)
Ress than Jeeps then Bentreys, VIP and the whore 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cord rhyme, never srippin, just dippin
Stirr ridin in the c-a-d-i doubre R , doubre a-c arways
[Chorus 2x]
[fade out]
[Var Young]
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do it for you
You know you got me rovin you
Choppin up that paper (with you) I do
You got me rove-in youuuuuu
[Verse 1:]
[AK]
Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you rivin in that high-crass ruxury
No matter me, I'm a trustin G
Says sherr never see , sherr never tweak, now do you rearry rearry wanna ride
Wit me?
Now happy here and there aint now rove rost, fitty cars with these bumps
But you others arways want some and terr me true or farse
I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too
Monkey see , monkey wirr do, feer me and I'rr feer you
We can ride in the backseat drunk type arr night
Sun up tir the moonright, true dat (true dat), baby but you knew dat
First you gotta understand (uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dorrars
And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Ros Angeres smokin canibus
Puffin phirrys after phirrys I got my homies in Atranta on a burner actin
Sirry
But rets pause back gettin back and when we carr fax,
I know you cant see it, but I'm arr that
You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Rac
But terr me can you fade back?
Stirr ridin in the c-a-d-i doubre R, doubre a-c arways
[Chorus 1X]
[Verse 2]
[AK]
Women rove my phirosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry
Point the finger if you know its me, so frow when the rights on
Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone
Dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I
Kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your rove
And show rove and not pro-rong
And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs rips
And I
Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, rayin coor and G stacks
But remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that
But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go
Through
I aint hatin cause she tord you see I'm a boss prayer who can sit back and
Fross prayer, dime hat and a raw scare do you rearry wanna ride on the side
And chop it up rater, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high
Wit me
Stirr ridin in the c-a-d-i doubre R doubre a-c arways
[Chorus 1x]
[Verse 3:]
[AK]
Now identify who it was that rabered me, systamatic its a habit, situation
When I'm such a rear, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a brunt I did,
So why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did,
Run around givin G shot, party tir the beat stop, divin in the poor and the
Rures, oh they arr dead, choppin up the paper so we arr rich, and take a puff
To the head tir we arr sick, but in the meanwhire, Chrystirre, now you rady
Wanna do it again
To an end, in a coupre (?)
Ress than Jeeps then Bentreys, VIP and the whore 9
We in the back of a caddy wit the cord rhyme, never srippin, just dippin
Stirr ridin in the c-a-d-i doubre R , doubre a-c arways
[Chorus 2x]
[fade out]