Chorus:

Paperchase I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Paperchase I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse One:

I need...mo money mo money mo suck 'em fast suck 'em slow

Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets

tryin' to keep it real

Pass that shit let me take a hit hopin' this money ain't

counterfeit

Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)

Cut that money let's be up which you wanna ride, the

Benz or the Truck

Back up, get on the one way cuz more Sundays hotter than Monday

Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks

Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast

Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown

Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black

achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray

More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the wonder

let all the smoke out

And if Luke coulda broke out

Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in

the breeze, ain't spittin' cheese

What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the

game, get sick of the man who point the blame

Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase

Chorus:

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse 2:

You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo

with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase

So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the

streets, hit the joints like hollow

Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then

With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with

a couple of zeros

I'm sittin' there makin' dollars

Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna holler

Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there

The game treatment so fair

Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'

up that paper like you know

Gotta click since I call them blue notes

Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto

Get that new song

Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!

Chorus:

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Verse 3:

I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, Belo

Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor

O.G.s in my house me in the clause

Nigga want cheese, nigga want more

Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes

you forget about the bad bit

Now you make a nigga match wits

Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit

The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K

I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they

want my apology

And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable

if you play in this game

So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:

A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay

A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay

It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up

Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up

Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish

The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with

an eighth of a key

Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away

And I'll let you take your fate with three...

Bullets to the chest, put your body rest

If you know P-gang going for the G-Style

Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs

Come check your ho to see I'm a G

I-get in a sick dream

Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends

Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens

for the troop of 15, what the shit mean?

It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you

can't count how many days is left

Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm ready to wreck

Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death

Because I'm goin' on a paperchase

Chorus:

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase

Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase