never been a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want no problems You don't want no drama Nigga I'm a take a trip with your
Smoke, Dont Smoke... I Just Want The Paper I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper [Verse 1: 8ball] M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma
Hear you now a story of good and evil for evil flourished everywhere but one hope though don't bother calling for help, it will just cut short our
wouldn't leave me She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needin' my daddy
the fliest hoes Everywhere we go I skate an escapade in my escalade Ballin? my life away [8ball:] Yeah Nigga!!! Me and Breeze in the Hummer Niggaz don?t want drama
a thug Nigga we trying to get money, we don't respect the police Until us thugs unite it ain't gon' never be no peace Niggaz be going to school with nothing
twist. fuck you bitch I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch roman gold shine so hard niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit I don't trip
be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's
hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8
a bad bitch, I'm gone need ha, and after a nigga fuck ha, damn right I'll feed ha; MJ dem my people, 8ball you trill, three 6 I don't fuck with them,
a PIMP, so I give a fuck about a BITCH But I don't make 'em trick, I'm RICH (whoo!) I don't need the chips, they don't walk the strip But I could spit
up Dazzle and razzlin broads like I'm little Juan Magic Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop Top drama every time these commas don't drop Pop spots
But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8
judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is
you gotta move Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa) They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see But they don't let you know