paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper See if you can fit it on the paper See if you can get it on the paper Had
Traduction: Talking Heads. Livre.
we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days Thought that wildin unruly it was just the way to behave Kept the weight and the yay for most the paper
fuck up man Rest in peace to to that nigga E-mar We going to hold it down you know what I'm talking about And that's Real Talk 25 Lighters on my dresser
the Screwed Up Click, or rep the Swishahouse And we don't play games we gon take aim, or punch you in your mouth On a paper chase for that big bread, H.P.D. act like dick heads
(feat. Lil' Flip & Big Shasta) [talking:] Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga We talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'
(feat. Bun B & P.O.P.) [talking:] Hell yeah nigga, ay yo [Z-Ro:] Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class At Dick Dall Middle School, all
I'm thankful for Trae If I ain't never told you I love you, I'm telling you today Cause you made me, keep my head on straight When I was talking suicide
(feat. Lil' Keke) [talking:] Uh-huh, Z-Ro the Crooked nigga Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don And it go down [Hook:] Southside, we bomb first when
light shine, go and lay it down Who the niggaz that wanna talk down Who the bitch that wanna hate, I'm fin to sweat up they face Me and Doug and Ro, up on a paper
club niggas be hatin, but guess what I see though. (*Sings*)I see some niggas tonight that should be having they head stomped (head stomped) head stomped (head
(*talking*) Ha, S.U.C. to the motherfucking fullest Me and my nigga Trae and Duwan Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass Bitch made niggas, I got
(*talking*) Young Chris, worldwide What we doing Ro [Hook: Z-Ro] Balling, when you see us in them streets We'll be crawling, sipping drank and smoking
conversation with my infrared All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead (Chorus) [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads
to find Sunshine, trying to make a million hustling got to dodge One time, I keep my head up even though I feel like giving up Sometimes, Keep your head
we real, on a mission to get it can't stop Going platinum, everytime another tape drop [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly
that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys, around here For the paper
the jar Locked in the Penn talking back to the guards, shooting the kite Taking the back of my broad, pulling a candy Lac in my yard Strapped up talking