Z-Ro - Get Yo Paper Lyrics

Lyrics Directory >> Z >> Z-Ro Singer Lyrics >> Get Yo Paper Song Lyrics

Song Title:	Get Yo Paper
Visits:	802

Print Version

[Z-Ro]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Z-Ro]

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

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

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

[Chorus - 2x]

Get Yo Paper Lyrics at Lyricstrue

E-Mail, IM, Text :
Websites & Blogs :
Forums :


Other Z-Ro song Lyrics
On My Grind "Uhhhh oh, y'all motherfuckers done fucked up now Man Z-Ro the crooked the mothafuckin Moe-city don Yeah nigga I done hooked up with Rap-A-Lot Knahimsayin I know y'all don't like that..."	Z-Ro "I'm a Ridgemont soldier, state of Texas stunner King of the ghetto, even when I was a new comer 24 hours a day, I be sending fellas under If they people want revenge, I never worry or wonder..."
These Niggaz "These niggaz, must of forgot That I will squeeze triggas, thinking you gon play me Nigga please nigga, get put in a G-R-A-V-E nigga At ease nigga, you don't wanna be my enemy nigga..."	King of the Ghetto "This is my wooooooorld Z-Ro, king of the ghettoooooo Once upon a time, not long ago There was a hustling motherfucker, with a cold ass flow..."
II Many Niggaz "When will it ever stop all this hatin and droppin soft now from selling crack on the corner I'm tryna do it legal but I guess there ain't no pleasin my people cause everything I do feel like somebody tellin me I want suceed..."	I Hate U Bitch "Shit this your boy Z-Ro Fucking with Mike Dean, at www.thesenuts.net We ain't gon sweat I hate you bitch, I hate you bitch..."
Hey Lil Mama "Hey there little mama Why don't you come and take a ride with me Around the tooooo-own On the low, we could be going dooo-own baby..."	So Much "Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death..."