Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Get Yo Paper Lyrics

[Z-Ro]

 You got to get your paper in this game

 If you a hustler (if you a hustler)

 Niggas be playing with this thang, but you all about your change

 They can't touch us (they can't touch us)

 24/7 all day, and in business

 But on the low, 5-0 ain't gon witness it

 I'm in the alley with them quarters and halfs up in my hand

 Thinking of a master plan, I can

 Hustle all night, to the early morn', I can

 Flip and serving rappers, serve his dome

 And if a nigga plotting on me, I disturb his home

 And then straight up fore' they even, as I swerve his dome

 

 [Chorus]

 Get your paper hustling up in these city streets

 Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s

 And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry

 Whatever you can take your time

 Get your paper hustling up in these city streets

 Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s

 And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry

 Don't let it take over your mind

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I use to set up shop bout six o'clock

 In the morning on my grind

 Powder packs and crack and nerve sacks

 Out of the ghetto was on my mind

 Needed to relocate with the thought of location, keeping it on the low

 Cause when niggas beep you all the time

 It seems they act friends, just to get your dough

 But it ain't no raw to me

 I ride with the armory, the AR 1-5

 Collecting my digits and spinning my tires 

 No time for conversation, I gotta ride

 Back to my safe place, stash spot for the waste plate

 Cause I'm a go getter, if the game escapes

 Balling was the picture, cause there was no hitter

 Niggas is sinning major

 Nothing but home runs when I swing my bat

 But some of these niggas be playing crooked

 So I can't forget to bring my gat

 And when it's all said and done

 I'ma redo my walls with platinum placks

 At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy

 Couple of drinks, straight like that

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 I'ma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game

 I'm moving my units, I'm moving my heart it's all for stacks man

 And once I get it, it ain't gon be no turning back

 Fuck the boomerang affect, making motherfuckers hate me

 From a distance, hopping fences in an instant

 Trying to get away from the long arm of the law

 Jepordize my benjamins, I will be forced to put some harm on your jaw

 My attitude be raising it's amazing, I'm not locked for man slaughter

 Because I love my plastic princess, and I can't keep my hands off her

 She be right next to my nuts, everytime I deal with hoes and crews

 Send my bitch to fucking suck it bitch, before I know they move

 Is that gangster enough for you baby, Ro gotta get his dough bro

 Bending corners, in a tinted out four do' Volvo, blowing dro hoe

 

 [Chorus - 2x]