Artist: Do Or Die   Album: Picture This   Title: Paperchase      Chorus:   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Verse One:   I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow   Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets   tryin' to keep it real   Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't   counterfeit   Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)   Cut that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the   Benz or the Truck   Back up, get on the one way cuz more Sundays hotter than Monday   Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks   Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast   Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown   Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black   achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray   More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the wonder   let all the smoke out   And if Luke coulda broke out   Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in   the breeze, ain't spittin' cheese   What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the   game, get sick of the man who point the blame   Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase   Chorus:   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Verse 2:   You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo   with open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase   So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the   streets, hit the joints like hollow   Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then   With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with   a couple of zeros   I'm sittin' there makin' dollars   Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna holler   Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there   The game treatment so fair   Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'   up that paper like you know   Gotta click since I call them blue notes   Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto   Get that new song   Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!   Chorus:   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Verse 3:   I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, Belo   Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor   O.G.s in my house me in the clause   Nigga want cheese, nigga want more   Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes   you forget about the bad bit   Now you make a nigga match wits   Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit   The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K   I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they   want my apology   And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable   if you play in this game   So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:   A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay   A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay   It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up   Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up   Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish   The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with   an eighth of a key   Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away   And I'll let you take your fate with three...   Bullets to the chest, put your body rest   If you know P-gang going for the G-Style   Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs   Come check your ho to see I'm a G   I-get in a sick dream   Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends   Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens   for the troop of 15, what the shit mean?   It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you   can't count how many days is left   Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm ready to wreck   Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death   Because I'm goin' on a paperchase   Chorus:   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase   Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase