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jt the bigga figga - the paper chase lyrics

[intro]
yeah, man, i hope n-ggas get this chase on, mayne
hope you got your running shoes, boy
huh, that’s real

[verse 1]
on a paper chase, chasing papers, pulling capers
flipping a dope -ss ride when it’s time to glide
sh-t’s so thick it ain’t funny
especially when you’re flipping a car off another n-gga money
and n-ggas so dirty, they roll around with ya
squattin’ all over the f-ckin’ town with ya
knowing they done got this n-gga for about 10 g’s
went and got at the next n-gga and bought h-lla o-z’s
quick to flip, hit the strip, pop the clip
strapped at all times so the sucker won’t trip
down and dirty on the block about them snaps
n-ggas up in your mix so it’s time to bust a few caps
talking about, “how you come up so quick and where the f-ck you get that mail from?”
stay out my sh-t like this, punk b-tch, you better run
sideways on a mission to the moe, gotta lay low for the time being
coming so ridic’, come inside, they even worth seeing
made a big mistake, bought a cake from a f-e-d
with the profits from the o-z
knotted, better hide it, ’cause if you won’t, trot it
or when you ride it, ’cause if you don’t, f-ck
you’d be stuck like chuck for the century
in the penitentiary calling shots like an og
all because of the paper you was chasing
and all because of the godd-mn lives you was taking
so vicious when it comes to the stack game
get your money all the time rolling in a chrome 9
and that’s how it be in the ’93
f-ck a glock 17, bought a glock 23
so peep game and pump up your b-ss
and check what i’m talking ’bout on the paper chase

the paper chase, n-gga, the paper chase
the paper chase, n-gga, the paper chase
paper chase

p-ss me my zapco, mayne, pump that sh-t up

[verse 2]
street life on the westside of frisco
critical, but it’s time for a jack, hoe
robbery, a 211 in progress
strong black male but you know you can’t fade this
to watch my back, i got a 9
to make sure everything go fine, hmm
they act like it’s black season
but i’ma give their punk -ss 17 reasons
not to f-ck with a g
’cause yes, i’m an og straight from the cold streets
california lifestyle from all the players
hoods and convicts, gangs with strong rep
brothers doing dirt on a daily basis
always on the run ’cause they tryna take this
game from the ganker, money from the banker
even tried to get my homie d-moe for the dank’a
but check it out, n-gga, that ain’t sh-t
n-ggas on the street tryna check a grip
i mean, getting it on, i mean, taking your chrome
cutting off gauge barrels, putting ’em to your dome
i mean, running in your home, mayne, fully loaded
jumping in your sh-t ’cause it’s time to roll it
squattin’, plottin’ on the next n-gga, creepin’ through the cuts
yeah, they know what’s up ’cause they don’t give a f-ck
two to the face, but don’t catch a case
that’s how it is, mayne, on the paper chase

the paper chase, the paper chase, n-gga
the paper chase, on a m-th-f-ckin’ paper chase

- jt the bigga figga lyrics

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