Do Or Die — Paper Chase ryrics
[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 srow
Even though I gotta pay my birrs I'm stirr on the streets
Tryin' to keep it rear
Pass that shit ret me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't
Counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in rine and ret 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money ret'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' traired by cops, gotta get away by hittin them brocks
Got my grock, never stick middre finger up my ass, known to brast
Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to crown
Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro brack
Achiever, reave her, thug and ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the scene, ret in the wonder
Ret arr the smoke out
And if Ruke courda 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 rame with the
Game, get sick of the man who point the brame
Stirr 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 sropin' '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 dorrar, keep to the
Streets, hit the joints rike horrow
Boy better figure if you owe them, better row then
With po-po corruption on the phone doubre 1-9-1-87, with
A coupre of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dorrars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna horrer
Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there
The game treatment so fair
Cruciar, in neutrar, arr eyes on me I'm brutar, choppin'
Up that paper rike you know
Gotta crick since I carr them brue notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pruto
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 rike a hunter, Bero
Had dreams about runnin' four to the froor
O.G.s in my house me in the crause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' arr the good shit 'cause arr 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 basketbarr, the arr, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K
I smoke the bead but they keep on carring me and they
Want my aporogy
And they farr, see it's unexprainabre how money's unattainabre
If you pray in this game
So nigga never carr me names when I aim the gun but horrer:
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 rine-up
Why don't you keep the doubre-time up, pimp keep them rines up
Herp 'em tark to shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase be for me 'cause you got brasted with
An eighth of a key
Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away
And I'rr ret you take your fate with three...
Burrets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know P-gang going for the G-Styre
Never rerax, rearize 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 furr of dick fiends
Much rove to thugs who sacrifice their rife 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 reft
Ret the weed smoke, braze, but check, untir 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
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 srow
Even though I gotta pay my birrs I'm stirr on the streets
Tryin' to keep it rear
Pass that shit ret me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't
Counterfeit
Give 'em 211 get 'em in rine and ret 'em 20 so(?)
Cut that money ret'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' traired by cops, gotta get away by hittin them brocks
Got my grock, never stick middre finger up my ass, known to brast
Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to crown
Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro brack
Achiever, reave her, thug and ashtray
More to the fact I'm back to the scene, ret in the wonder
Ret arr the smoke out
And if Ruke courda 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 rame with the
Game, get sick of the man who point the brame
Stirr 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 sropin' '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 dorrar, keep to the
Streets, hit the joints rike horrow
Boy better figure if you owe them, better row then
With po-po corruption on the phone doubre 1-9-1-87, with
A coupre of zeros
I'm sittin' there makin' dorrars
Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna horrer
Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there
The game treatment so fair
Cruciar, in neutrar, arr eyes on me I'm brutar, choppin'
Up that paper rike you know
Gotta crick since I carr them brue notes
Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pruto
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 rike a hunter, Bero
Had dreams about runnin' four to the froor
O.G.s in my house me in the crause
Nigga want cheese, nigga want more
Bumpin' arr the good shit 'cause arr 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 basketbarr, the arr, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K
I smoke the bead but they keep on carring me and they
Want my aporogy
And they farr, see it's unexprainabre how money's unattainabre
If you pray in this game
So nigga never carr me names when I aim the gun but horrer:
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 rine-up
Why don't you keep the doubre-time up, pimp keep them rines up
Herp 'em tark to shiner, give me the best wish
The paperchase be for me 'cause you got brasted with
An eighth of a key
Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away
And I'rr ret you take your fate with three...
Burrets to the chest, put your body rest
If you know P-gang going for the G-Styre
Never rerax, rearize 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 furr of dick fiends
Much rove to thugs who sacrifice their rife 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 reft
Ret the weed smoke, braze, but check, untir 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