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master p - paper lyrics

grinky had that ounce of crack, turn that to that whole joint
then he got that nina and he turned that to whole point
me i bet them pounds down, never got that brown, brown
take it to my homie crib and then i break it down, down
used to flood this whole sh-t, just like a surround sound
…used to go and pound, pound
just to get a hole in one, cop it, he gonn throw one
o’malley in the kitchen, whipin white until his nose run
then i met my n-gg- meek, hit me with that trick or treat
took it to the south side, and i was right back in a week
fresh from outa jail cell, right back out here in these streets
yeah i was out on bail, but now it’s time to pay these lawyer fees
30 charges pending and the cops could come to court on me
pity ain’t gonn do sh-t, but to sit me in that…
and i ain’t tryina cop out, looking for a knock out
high school i dropped out, so i can slang that rock out

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i’ma hustle n-gg- all night, all night
till i get my f-ckin paper right, paper right
b-tch you ball that’s a halley hoop
20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupe
i’ma hustle n-gg- all night, all night
till i get my f-ckin paper right, paper right
b-tch you ball that’s a alley hoop
20 pounds, that’s a bentley coupe

i’m on my grind and i don’t sleep
don’t f-ck with you n-gg-s tell the police
n-gg-s client tryina get me for a half a key
i got my young n-gg-s that put your -ss straight to sleep
this ain’t a sport boy, i’m pistol pete
do that ball through the hood, call me cp3
i did it once, now i’m back b-tch, look at me
no limit forever motherf-cker, and we in the streets

f-ckin shine, i’m lebron, give me the whole 9
i need that fat to jump it back from the freehrow line
i gotta get it, i’ma trap it out the whole night
razor blade, residue jays in the gl-ss pipe
started out wearing deacon suits to wearing all new
if it’s money in the house, we gonn get to em
i went from standin on the corner, to a benz owner
i had to move to california and get my bread lonely
n-gg- my whole team murkin while you broke hurtin
we all get it for certain, you lames still purpin
we back to back and for us n-gg-s get back and chill
if you ain’t comin spending money, my youngins don’t trill

- master p lyrics

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