Let's Get This Paper (explicit Album Version Explicit) - 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 bullshit 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 404

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