Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Headz Or Tailz

Choppin Up That Paper Lyrics

(feat. Val Young)

 [Chorus: 1x]

 [Val Young]

 Choppin up that paper (with you) I do it for you

 You know you got me lovin you

 Choppin up that paper (with you) I do

 You got me love-in youuuuuu

 

 [Verse 1:]

 [AK]

 

 Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury

 No matter me, I'm a trustin G

 Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride 

 Wit me?

 Now happy here and there aint now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps

 But you others always want some and tell me true or false

 I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too

 Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you

 We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night

 Sun up til the moonlight, true dat (true dat), baby but you knew dat

 First you gotta understand (uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars

 And boys out of grown men, from Chi to Texas to Los Angeles smokin canibus

 Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in Atlanta on a burner actin 

 Silly

 But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax,

 I know you cant see it, but I'm all that

 You got the video of me and Twista ridin in the Benz/Lac

 But tell me can you fade back? 

 Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L, double a-c always

 

 [Chorus 1X]

 

 [Verse 2]

 [AK]

 

 Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry

 Point the finger if you know its me, so flow when the lights on

 Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone

 Dead wrong, if you think that I, am on the paper chase cause you seent that I

 Kick it on the Sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin Hene spead your love

 And show love and not pro-long

 And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips 

 And I

 Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and G stacks

 But remember when we packed, Tennessee dont need that

 But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go 

 Through

 I aint hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and 

 Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side

 And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high 

 Wit me

 Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L double a-c always

 

 [Chorus 1x]

 

 [Verse 3:]

 [AK]

 

 Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic its a habit, situation

 When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,

 So why you actin (?) we gettin crunk and did, 

 Run around givin G shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the 

 Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff 

 To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, Chrystille, now you lady 

 Wanna do it again

 To an end, in a couple (?)

 Less than Jeeps then Bentleys, VIP and the whole 9

 We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin

 Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double L , double a-c always

 

 [Chorus 2x]

 

 [fade out]