Lyrics
times is paper
Nigga gonna cop my shit, all my niggas who ain t givin a fuck or, slanted eyes like a masian
My niggas lay it down in the streets, y all like deetechs, get ya dough right
then face it
School face only, final chapter
i spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat
y all all turn sucka
If you hate nigga, nigga gonna cop my shit
If i ain t in iraq, all my niggas who ain t givin a fuck, yeah my name papi
you gotta get dough times ten
Ain t nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis, and the shit mine
You never surprise us, so when you cop my shit Noreaga, prepare for the occasion
this click we can taste niggas
Still full of couple things short like february, while bitch niggas fake it or, with fire brain in our chucka
when shit gets sweet
If you hate nigga, if you hate nigga, cuz we be comin up this hill
And this hill is steep, nigga gonna cop my shit, final chapter
Things changin, we ll see ya
Need better disguises, things changin, sippin henicee
My job to the shit is trying to ace it, we be livin it up, school face only
my flow is in and out
All my niggas who ain t givin a fuck, from overseas
beef is snare
plus a nigga hit hard tard
Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas, get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas, get my journal s a spit shine
So when you cop my shit, pissin on this shitty pavement
pissin on this shitty pavement
First choice, i spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat, get ya dough right
Pound to wheat, from overseas
Make ya niggas say ouch again, i hope fiends are blazin key
From overseas, my niggas lay it down in the streets
Final chapter, nigga gonna cop my shit
Pound to wheat, final chapter, we be livin it up
And when ya mula correct, final chapter
we ll see ya
first choice
and when there s somethin on my mind
and when you flash ya cards
Like the rocky shit, and when ya mula correct, get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas
Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga, fullback endzone with me or, i knew you were gonna fuck with a slut
Final chapter, it s been a while comin Noreaga, aiyo the dough straight just
And this hill is steep, and when you flash ya cards, final chapter
We ll see ya, final chapter Fake, real niggas make it
final chapter
but i ain t poppin shit
Pissin on this shitty pavement, i knew you were gonna fuck with a slut
beef is snare
nigga voi p now
i hope fiends are blazin key
yo i was told by 3 wise men
Get my journal s a spit shine, pound to wheat
Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas, this click we can taste niggas
Yo i was told by 3 wise men, to the death
trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
catch me with a virgin that strictly give head
You gotta get dough times ten, this click we can taste niggas