Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie   And Gangsta Boo, what      It's the endin' of the world   And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction   (We can't get no)   It's the endin' of the world   And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction   (Satisfaction)      It's the endin' of the world   And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction   (We can't get no)   It's the endin' of the world   Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction      We starvin' as we chase the paper   Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha   Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese   We got just a little time left   (Little time left)      If I'm not mistaken the year is '99   But we don't really know when we gone die   But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive   On this unmerciful wicked planet   If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish   (Vanish)      You're lookin' at livin' proof   Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof   Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage   Bad case of strep throat, mama's think she got arthritis   My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn   They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken   Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland   Everyday it's a funeral      He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back   All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants   They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac   And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge   Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends   He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place   Though I've been tryna to paper chase      We starvin' as we chase the paper   Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha   Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese   We got just a little time left   (Little time left)      If I'm not mistaken the year is '99   But we don't really know when we gone die   But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive   On this unmerciful wicked planet   If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish   (Vanish)      I done grew up in the game, baby   Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame, baby   I'm still the same, baby   Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses   I'm the bomb at the party      Always askin', "Where are the dollars?"   Now I know you hate me   'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby   I'm with whatever they pay me   Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck   I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck      We starvin' as we chase the paper   Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha   Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese   We got just a little time left   (Little time left)      If I'm not mistaken the year is '99   But we don't really know when we gone die   But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive   On this unmerciful wicked planet   If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish   (Vanish)      I made it and I know it's almost over, call in the soldiers   Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya   Enemies position at all times   Where they at, and how much power they hold   And how many soldiers they got down to roll   But in the meantime   You make your money, even if you strike it rich   You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper      These days only ways that pays can save you   Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash   Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face   And grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in the bag   I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and chalk it   Now you can take your life and keep on walkin'   (Just keep on walkin')   Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal      I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real   For niggas in the hood up, on the the block   Let 'em know they understood   Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war   So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door   This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die      And anyway you go we won't make it   No way, to shake, fake it   Better take advantage of ya life while you can   Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money   I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight   The year is 1999, last year to get your money, right      We starvin' as we chase the paper   Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha   Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese   We got just a little time left   (Little time left)      If I'm not mistaken the year is '99   But we don't really know when we gone die   But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive   On this unmerciful wicked planet   If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish   (Vanish)      That's real, ya undersmell me   Suckers do what they can   Players do what they want, dig it?   Charlie Hustle every time up in your talk   Yeah, face it   Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like this      That's how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it nigga   Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route   (Paper route)   You undersmell me? We starvin'   You undersmell me nigga?   Don't let the mobbers control you   Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga