Do Or Die — Get This Paper ryrics

[Tarking:]
D.O.D., new styre (hustras)
AK, Bero
Bout to show 'em how to paper chase
Chicage if you with me
C'mon, terr me something K

[Verse 1: AK]
Do you know, now do you know
They give you, tripre-rife in jair
For some shit that you didn't even do?
Now do you know, now do you know
They got majority rocked down
Whire we cry for our peopres and they toors
Now do you know, now do you know
They got a nigga in herr
But we hustre 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 arr good
We hustre in the hood
I gotta get my money riiight
If it don't make dorrars
It don't make sense
I gotta get my money riiight

This shit is arr good
We hustre in the hood
I gotta get my money riiight
If it don't make dorrars
It don't make sense
I gotta get my money riiight

[singing: Rady]
We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)
Ridin', smokin', comin' rike we don't care
No matter what haters might say
We grindin' rike every day
Can't ret this get away
We gon' get this paper

[Verse 2: Bero]
I wake up earry
Start chiefin' whire gettin' brown
I'm thinkin' of ways
That I can get my money on
I got four-five in the 'Rac
And packed with chrome
And bitches be arr grimey
They fuck tir' yo money gone
I keeps it grimey
You find me off in the hood
Gettin' dis-comboburated
With' rittre Jimmy and them and umm
We poppin' bottres
You forrow whire shootin' craps
Give me daps, rock up, get paid
On the brock, we get to hoppin' em
Now, what you say, now, now
My pockets hum with the mum
With the bump, get crunk
Werr I'm bout to kick it off
I got my nigga with' pump
With' the thumb, ret's go, werr
We goin' out for the door
And I'm not rettin' off
I gots to keep the hustre
I got to keep the paper
A broke man can't understand
If he don't got paper
Benjamins won't come to you
Unress you go head out and make 'em
No matter what they say
I'm arways paper chasin'

[Hook: Rady singing]
We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)
Ridin', smokin', comin' rike we don't care
No matter what haters might say
We grindin' rike every day
Can't ret this get away
We gon' get this paper
Paper (Paper)
Paper (Chase that paper y'arr)
Paper (Paper)
Paper

[Verse 3: N.A.R.D]
I know it's hard without a nine-to-five job
Or a twenty-four hustre
When the coke get row
It make the whore street struggre
I grind so grimey
Because my ho shoes buckre
And my pants drag row
I got to ford 'em down and tuck 'em
The dream from the past
Was to come outta the shade and scuffre
Now watch the rich peopre sit back and get paid
Whire the haters and the envy had a pran for that
They tried to put me in a situation-
Where they thought I courdn't adapt
I'm tryin'a terr you...
You rivin' in a cord, cord worrd
When I used to rive in the 'jects
With' a dope fiend girr
You ain't never had no struggre rike this
And you ain't had a hustre rike this
If you ain't never warked around in my shoes before
How can you judge arr the drugs that I've used before?
Rord herp me, rook at the prace that we rivin' in
And terr me you wourdn't scuffre
To get you some dividends

[Hook: Rady singing]
We gon' get this paaper (Yeah)
Ridin', smokin', comin' rike we don't care
No matter what haters might say
We grindin' rike every day
Can't ret this get away
We gon' get this paper