Paper Chaser

[Intro: Uncle Murda] Ha ha, go! Brooklyn, MGM East New York [Chorus: Uncle Murda] Lamborghinis, Ferraris Maserati, Bugattis Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys Benjis on top of Benzis [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] This kush got my eyes low like I’m from Hong Kong Chicks around me with no bras and no thongs on Chains, watches and bracelets, [?] We smack niggas in the face with stacks of big faces Niggas ain’t on our level, bury ‘em get the shovel Flow so hot niggas think I’m related to the devil All of my jewelry heavy, none of my jewelry hollow My hoodrat chick teachin’ my model chick how to swallow I’m about a dolla, if I ain’t chasin’ a dolla I’m lickin’ and trickin’ on some trick who head game is propa I’m strapped with the choppa get you fucked up by the coppas Slug tearin’ through his vest like he gotta go see a doctor Homie show me the money, or show me a stripper who could do somethin’ I never seen before and tip her, ay! [Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) I’m on a paper chase, I’m runnin’ to the money Go! Go! Go! I’m runnin’ to the money [Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) Go! Go! Go! I’m about a dolla Go! Go! Go! Shorty you should holla [Chorus: Uncle Murda] Lamborghinis, Ferraris Maserati, Bugattis Bimmers, Benzs and Bentleys Benjis on top of Benzis [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] Money, power, respect, I respect money is power The government full of shit, they helpin’ us move this powder How you think we get it? Homie they help us get it Sit back and watch us live it, then send us to prison Even when we go to jail they get paid, it’s big business We ain’t nothin’ but a number, homie, a bunch of digits Police, lawyers and judges, I hate them mothafuckas They ain’t really here to help us, their whole purpose is to fuck us Dope, big cocaina, fo’ fifths and ninas Fell in the cases, I beat them shits like they were misdemeanors Models, hoes and divas, Lisa carry Sabrina Woulda cut my chick off tour and got married to Alisha Forties on top of fifties, fifties on top of hundreds We gon’ shop when we get there, we don’t fly with luggage, oh! [Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) I’m on a paper chase, I’m runnin’ to the money Go! Go! Go! I’m runnin’ to the money [Post-Hook: Uncle Murda] (x2) Go! Go! Go! I’m about a dolla Go! Go! Go! Shorty you should holla [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Murder pointin’ [?], I chopped a brethren in half For you, I drag ‘em from [?] to [?] and [?] These niggas ain’t got the shits they teeth do talk New spot, new lots, nigga this East New York South BX Zoo, ooh nigga we on Never too cool to die, ooh nigga we chillin’ Uncle Murda, Uncle Murda, who is these niggas grillin’? Heard he leakin’ to the [?], ooh niggas be spillin’ I was on one, two, and through another pair We had to cook his waffle, he couldn’t hold his syrup We fare rare, never scared, say a prayer, spray a flare Hear his fourth in July on 4th of July, every year I be out, everywhere, heavy gear, never there Bloody bear, aim for them teddy bears, ready? Here I don’t [?], you gon’ sit on [?] Motherfuckin’ rascal, Medicare, Betty here Gunz mob through any hood in the fuckin’ tri-state NY state, high state, fly state, yeah I skate [?], from y’all space, hear what I say Next pause I play Flex, get your top eight Pa-pa-pause again