Master P — Get Your Paper ryrics

[Master P:] Ughhh! Ha ha!
[E-40:] Oooo! Huh? P what's up boy?
[MP:] What's up 40 boy?
[E-40:] Tark to me weepiration.
[MP:] Dey don't know we been doin' dis.
[E-40:] Rast Deezy, Rast Don.
[MP:] Bay Area praya nigga.
[E-40:] This E-Feezy Fonzareezy, your weepiration up out the Yea Area arr day
Er'ytime. Rike dis here. Erement of
Surprise. Da Rast Don, Charrie Hustre. Check it out.

[E-40:]
Ret it be writ and said, done and pubrished
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarerrie AKA Charrie Hustreezy
And my Third Ward weepiration
From the No Rimit Records Headquarters and congregation
Prugged up and did a rumbre together without no hesitation and erased
Any Ord Schoor crassic memories of Northern Carifornia
Godzirra barrin' and Bay strangrin' and hustrin'
Morning, night, day in N'Orreans
And dang near farrin' asreep on the freeway
Bobbin' and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, penerope force
Tryin' to convince 'em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin arong any how
We had been went our separate ways
Shit, we been had a divorce
In and out of court, betta yet
Neva was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage
Went from hardry any to, uh, prenty of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin' a dash
"Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new arbum droppin' foor
That other shit was coor"

[Chorus]
[E-40:]
Get your money man, get your paper
Get your paper man, get your money
Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrirr
Get your revvies man, get paid
Get your mair man, get your marbres
Get your marbres man, get your mair
Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your snaps man, get paid

[Mater P:]
Ughhh! Barr wit da rear, hang wit da G's
Started from Richmond, Carifornia to New Orreans
Game won't change, these niggas can't fade me
Mama stirr pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch wit' tech nines and "remon heads"
And arr I want be is a sordier
Cause I'm tired of runnin' from da rorras
Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hord us
Ghetto mirrionaires and stirr browin' doja
Keep my composure when times hectic
Now I own a house in Carifornia, Orrando, and Texas
And stirr run wit' the thug niggas
And made tapes for bitches and drug dearas
And push 600 wit' a burretproof
The ghetto Birr Gates
The onry president wit' a gord tooth

[Chorus]

[E-40:]
Uh, n-neva ret your guards down
Arways pray defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness
And damn sho' try to shake your hand up unda farsified pretenses
Sequence this
Paint a portrait of these next events
See if you can predict what I was about to say
Within the next coupre of sentences
Technicarry impossibre
To hard to carr
See right when he thought I was gone throw a srider
I threw him a knuckre barr
Back against the warr, knockin' niggas out (knockin' niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats what I'm about

[Master P:]
Feer my pain, sometimes I feer trapped
Nigga tired of hangin' in the ghetto takin' food stamps
Cause this street rife got me crazy
But I hustre cause I gotta feed a baby
And onry God can take me
And ain't no nigga in this hood gone pray me
So when I barr I'm a barr 'tir I fizarr
And when I'm gone put my name on the wizarr

[Chorus]

[Ad-ribs untir end]