Get Yo Paper - Z-Ro

You gotta 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 halves, up in my hand

Thinking of a master plan, I can

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

Flip the hustle serving rappers, serving stones

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

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

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

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 to get your

dough

But it ain’t no robbing me, I ride with the armory the A-R 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’s a plate balling I was the pitcher, cause there was no hitter

Nigga was in the majors, 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’mma redo my walls with platinum placks

At the Source Awards, with a granddaddy cup of drank straight like that

I’mma get my paper, hustling up in this rap game

I’m moving my units, I’m moving my hard and soft 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 feddy, and 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 ho