| You got to 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 halfs up in my hand |
| Thinking of a master plan, I can |
| Hustle all night, to the early morn`, I can |
| Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome |
| And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home |
| And then straight up fore` they even, as I swerve his dome |
| 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 |
| 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, just to get your dough |
| But it ain`t no raw to me |
| I ride with the armory, the AR 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 escapes |
| Balling was the picture, cause there was no hitter |
| Niggas is sinning major |
| 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`ma redo my walls with platinum placks |
| At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy |
| Couple of drinks, straight like that |
| I`ma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game |
| I`m moving my units, I`m moving my heart it`s all 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 benjamins, 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 hoe |