Cha Cha Where Da Paper At
[Cha Cha] Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't expecting me Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it Where Da Paper At Run it, told you I gotta get it Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason why they got you in this room Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this business No matter who it be So this whole industry better get cool with me Cause see, these men adore me This light skin, manicured, this paper Hand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that Too late cuz I'm gon get that Ain't nuttin but a 8 stack And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that Ain't no sense in statin that (one more time) WHERE DA PAPER AT? [Memphis Bleek] If the war's on, get it on my nigga You gon form the law once the four bark, nigga Plus the crack you sell won't match yo bell You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet If you a poster don, how a nigga can't eat I live ya four plus three feet deep You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the f..ck up Finish no album, you done f..cked up Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified Nigga I ain't bullshittin The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat Sit low in the acc, where dat paper at? [Black Child] Where Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit? Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch? At one point or another I chose to do sticks I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dick If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz If you don't have half my shit, have half this clip Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand I gotta feed my fam, f..ck goin hand in hand And my kidz is gon have what I ain't have Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath If you blast, then we blast first For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt [Berreta] Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing? Been on the run for indictments since 18 Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz Muthafuckaz don't undertand what this industry is all about f..ck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months There ain't no way to hide bitch, Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5 Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin What.... [Throw Down] Respect the compition my game is con I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, f..ck a Beanie Seag That bitch I slit his throat Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin At hand is what's gon get you and yo man missin See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson Watch him blow for he hit the ground And garanteed if I miss you my man'll get you And f..ck who standin wit you when he can he hit you Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do It's too late for that? You gon stay for that? Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga where da paper at? [Ja Rule] Come on Come on Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of lights I'm the true so take notice to New York's Finest Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash spirital Not the typical, average mind you're used to Mentality crucail, bitches get it too I'm not hearing you, question is, do you hear me? If not let me introduce y'all to nine Milly It's a damn shame the game you played you lost Gotta kill a nigga on that same line you crossed Wit that line he'll keep his fingers crossed I can't call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit And every night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic Gotta shop?, Call it ???? Somebody died for the paper? Not you and I? Nigga and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez... Uh .....