Get Yo Paper

[Z-Ro] You gotta get your paper, in this game If you a hustler, (if you a hustler) Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change They can't touch us, (they can't touch us) 24/7 all day, and in business But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it I'm in the alley with them quarters and halves, up in my hand Thinking of a master plan, I can Hustle all night, to the early morn' (I can) Flip the hustle serving rappers, serving stones And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome [Hook] Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets Don't forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping, ain't no handouts in this industry Whatever, you can take your time Get your paper, hustling up in these city streets Don't forget, to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping, ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it, take over your mind [Z-Ro] I use to set up shop bout six o'clock, in the morning on my grind Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks, out of the ghetto was on my mind Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low Cause when niggas beep you all the time, it seems they act friends to get your dough But it ain't no robbing me, I ride with the armory the A-R 1-5 Collecting my digits and spinning my tires, no time for conversation I gotta ride Back to my safe place stash spot for the waste plate, cause I'm a go getter If the game's a plate balling I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter Nigga was in the majors, nothing but home runs when I swing my bat But some of these niggas be playing crooked, so I can't forget to bring my gat And when it's all said and done, I'mma redo my walls with platinum placks At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy cup of drank straight like that [Hook] [Z-Ro] I'mma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game I'm moving my units, I'm moving my hard and soft for stacks man And once I get it, it ain't gon be no turning back Fuck the boomerang affect, making motherfuckers hate me from a distance Hopping fences in an instant, trying to get away from the long arm of the law Jepordize my feddy, and I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw My attitude be raising it's amazing, I'm not locked for man slaughter Because I love my plastic princess, and I can't keep my hands off her She be right next to my nuts, everytime I deal with hoes and crews Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch, before I know they move Is that gangster enough for you baby, Ro gotta get his dough bro Bending corners in a tinted out four do' Volvo, blowing dro ho [Hook - 2x]