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Master P Get Your Paper

, get your paper Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your

Get your money man, get your paper Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your

out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P

] let?s go Chicago!) (C?mon, y?all can make more noise than that!) (Get loud y?all, get loud y?all) (Get loud y?all, get loud y?all) (Don?t you get louder

out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established Long money, way before I signed for cabbage Chorus [E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper

[Master P (Souya)] Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard Go out there and get this paper You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it) Then let's ride

niggaz get to tuckin shit Tryna duck down wherever they can fuckin get They better ask somebody 'fore I have Big Truck pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch! Mastered

glass glued to it Your whole crew get spayed and neutered As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets Your armored cars and your Kevlar

what I yell at her Hey, over there, over there Ho, get over here, get over here In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans Won't your girls