on my team you gone get your green Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means [Chorus] [Levitti] Be about yo paper main Fetti, scrilla, scratch main [D-Shot] My paper, My paper
make it home Then all ring ring on the mobile phone Area code said 404 "Oh yo this Akon what up nig man yo shit sound good" Shut up nigga! Click Just
be, us niggas out Houston won't ever fade What I'm all about, hoping with open kicking eyes open, peeping I gotta be scopeing better keep wishing, G's on these streets be
my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just
Killa! Hahahaha, hey fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched your chick and the click you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be
paper chasers, smokin blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us) Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust
What, son?" Don't act dumb scheming on a robbery outcome Come out from wherever you are and be outdone Acting like you about something And you ain't about
you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your
reason It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be
for the drama [Juice:] What about missy? [Game:] N*gga you can miss me [Juice:] I take paris you take you take Nicole richie [Game:] Nah they too prissy [Juice:] What about
thats the sickest klick this scene has ever seen Its also the same klick that be on top of the green So who's really wanna be down? Who's down to clown
about that, nigga? [Chorus: Streetlife (Ready Roc) {Method Man} ] Look at my house, how about that, nigga? (Sour dies', how about that, nigga? {Big paper, how about
[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was then Instead a, me
*phone number being dialed* *phone rings three times* [Biggie] Yo! [P. Dad] Yo Big wake up wake up baby [Biggie] Mmm, yo... [P. Dad] Yo Big wake yo' ass
a higher motherfuckin level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about less how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep
my neck that will never ever fade Rolex watch on my wrist nigga getting paid Thats all I live fo , you dig it Game is to be sold not to be told thats
