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Do Or Die Paper Chase

all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin' Up that paper like you know Gotta click since I call them blue notes Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto Get that

TV or pick up your CD, P.D. [G. Dep] This is gruesome Niggaz always grab that mic and salt like they really gon' do some' What's wrong with you son?

over to the side of the road Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for? 'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low Or do I look like a mind

) Call him shit bag, bitch I'm Mr. Toilet Paper Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser Fuck the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you Smoke

are you happy at the way your legacy portrayed ? I'm trying to do for D.C what you did for L.A But music today It's getting lame for us They chasing

trusting this crooked system Mafia with diplomas keeping us in a coma Trying to own a piece of the "American Corona" The revolving door, insanity every floor Sky scraping, paper chasing

broke I know the feeling, that's why I'm paper chasing this cash Better be smart and keep a stash, never know how long it's gone last You do the math

hood that know how I do When I move they gon' follow me Yeah, you from D-Block right? Ruff Rydin all night, you outta see my lights Watch the 'gnac get chased

dimes, get the dollars is the mind state Of the human race, people on the paper chase The environment is fragile and we been on the gradual Declinin' in a lifetime or