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Let's Get This Paper (Album Version|Edited) - Rich Boy
Yeah yeah hey hey hey
R I P Pooh Bear that's my dead homie
F**k that other sh*t hey
Let's get this bread homie
Remember when
They could catch a charge down in Atlanta
They underestimate me 'cause
I'm comin' from Alabama
Martin Lee innocent
He ain't even have a chance
They beat him in that boot camp
'Til he died in that ambulance
That boy was only fifteen years old
F**k what they say he did
So tell me how
I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids
And then we can't get a job
Ridin' we get them pounds
If it ain't that coke then
We get that 'dro and break it down
See that ice the d**e man paradise
Boy better think twice that d**e have you doin' life
They tore down the projects
So where we gonna move next
They takin' them food stamps
They stop government checks
Hey money my motivator
My mouth my money maker
Now I don't see them haters
So let's go get this paper
Yeah when you think about us
Think about it we don't own nothin'
If we get money we got a little few dollars
But our whole family tore up ni**a
You're gettin' money for the
People in your family that ain't got nothin'
When it's all said and done
What do you own You don't own nothin'
You don't own you
The ni**a's playin' basketball
He don't own that jersey
He can't even be in a commercial
With his name on the back
So when it's really all said and done
What did you do this for
What difference did you make
You see how the world changin'
Yeah they left Saddam hanging
Wish they just kill 'em all so now
The Middle East they bangin'
Preachers in that pulpit
Say they teach that b******t
So know how we know it's b******t
Same niggas I went to school with
Grabbin' on your nuts and disrespectin' get you merked
Them young niggas got pistol grips
They've been about they killin' sh*t
But they all some hypocrites
haters they won't let me be
When I come up to them gates
I hope you say you heard of me
Now Kendrick Curtis gone
Them angels took him home
They gave my brother ten years
The system did him wrong
Now we convicted felons
Because they caught us sellin'
And nine times out of ten
Your friend the one who tellin'
I wanna go to Heaven
Up to that Promised Land
I need another chance
I wanna meet that man
Money my motivator
My mouth my money maker
No I don't see you haters
So let's go get this paper
Yeah Surprise niggas Hey we be high ni**a
Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' money
You all niggas ain't
Gettin' no muthaf**kin' money ni**a
I got millions ni**a and
I'm still broke ni**a 'cause
That ain't no motherf**king' money
You all playin' right into these motherf**king' hands
Risk your life everyday for some b******t
Huh ni**a What your bank account say ni**a
Oh that's all Ha ha
They shippin' them boys off they fightin' in Iraq
Its soldiers in that war
That ain't never gonna make it back
Niggas this the battlefield
Fake niggas scream keep it real
Yeah yeah rob steal
Anything to pay them bills
Hey ni**a time's harder
So we grind harder
We're takin' chances with
That coke comin' 'cross that water
Tryin' to get up out this ghetto
Life ain't gotta be this way
Them pigs they came and kicked
My mama door in yesterday
I prayed a thousand nights
I did a hundred crimes
And now I'm beggin' Lord
That you don't let me down this time
Money my motivator
My mouth my money maker
No I don't see them haters
So let's go get this paper
Our Father who art in Heaven
Please Lord forgive me for that crack sellin'
Thou kingdom come
Thou will be done these niggas dumb
Yeah ni**a gave my brother ten years ni**a
What the f**k you supposed to do with
That ni**a they gave my uncle twenty years ni**a
Matter fact they gave my cousin life ni**a
I can tell you how
I feel ni**a be on that motherf**king' stand ni**a
Lookin' the motherf**king judge in they face ni**a
And he's gonna tell
You some stupid sh*t like "life" ni**a
They're sendin'
You all niggas on vacation ni**a 'cross the nation ni**a
You all niggas caught up in the motherf**king hype ni**a
Sellin' that white ni**a I been there
Done that ni**a
Ni**a I'm from Mobile ni**a they call that b**ch
City ni**a
You bring your black a** there ni**a
you ain't gonna make it ni**a
You guaranteed to go to
Motherf**king prison bein' black
Where I'm from
Ni**a I come from the motherf**king impossible ni**a
Now you all niggas gotta deal with me
Ni**a I'm here
Zone 4 new motherf**king money ni**a D Boy Squad
Rich Boy Polow Da Don Yeah
