Let's Get This Paper

Rich Boy

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    Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey

    R.I.P. Pooh Bear, that's my dead homie
    Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread homie
    Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta
    They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama
    Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance
    They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance
    That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did
    So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?
    And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds
    If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down
    See that ice, the dope man paradise
    Boy better think twice, that dope have you doin' life
    They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?
    They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks
    Hey, money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
    Naw I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

    Yeah when you look at us just think about it, we don't own nothin'..
    If we get money, we got a lil' few dollars, but our whole family tore up nigga
    you gettin' money for the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'..
    When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you
    don't own you... The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey, he can't
    even be in a commercial wit' his name on the back, so when it's really all
    said and done, what did you do this for? What difference did you make?

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    You see how the world changin'? Yeah, they look so dumb ain't it?
    Wish they just kill 'em all so now the Middle East they bangin'
    Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit
    So know how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school wit'
    Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
    Them young niggas got pistol grips, they been about they killin' shit
    But they all some hypocrites, haters they won't let me be
    When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me
    Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home
    They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong
    Now we convicted felons, because they caught us sellin'
    And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'
    I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land
    I need another chance, I wanna meet that man
    Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
    No I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper

    Yeah! Surprise niggas! Hey we ?? nigga! Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin'
    money... Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no muthafuckin' money nigga! I got
    millions nigga and I'm still broke nigga 'cause that ain't no mutafuckin' money!
    Y'all playin' right into these muthafuckin' hands... Risk ya life
    everyday for some bullshit! Huh nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga?
    Oh that's all? Haha!

    They shippin' them boys off, they fightin' in Iraq
    It's soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back
    Niggas this the battlefield, fake niggas scream keep it real
    Yeah yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills
    Hey nigga times harder, so we grind harder
    We takin' chances wit' that coke comin' 'cross that water
    Tryin' to get up out this ghetto life ain't gotta be this way
    Them pigs they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday
    I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes
    And now I'm beggin' Lord that you don't let me down this time
    Money my motivator, my mouth my money maker
    No I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper

    Our Father who art in Heaven, Please Lord forgive me for that crack
    sellin'... Thou kingdom come, thou will be done, these niggas dumb
    Yeah nigga gave my brother ten years nigga... what the
    fuck you s'posed to do wit' that nigga they gave my uncle twenty years nigga..
    matter fact they gave my cousin life nigga... I can tell ya how I feel nigga
    be on that muthafuckin' stand nigga lookin' the muthafuckin' judge in they
    face nigga... and he gon' tell you some stupid shit like "life" nigga..
    They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation nigga 'cross the nation nigga, y'all
    niggas caught up in the muthafuckin' hype nigga... Sellin' that white
    nigga... I been there, done that nigga Nigga I'm from Mobile nigga they call that
    bitch ?? city nigga, you bring yo' black ass there nigga, you ain't gon' make it
    nigga... You guaranteed to go to muhfuckin' prison bein' black where I'm from
    nigga I come from the mutafuckin' impossible nigga Now y'all niggas gotta
    deal wit' me nigga I'm here! Zone 4 new muthafuckin' money nigga D Boy Squad..
    Rich Boy! Polow Da Donnnnnnn! Yeah!

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