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Cream f EMP, Mac Cris

Paper Chase

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Chorus 2X: (Cream)I don`t care what people sayI`m gonna get `em for a paper chaseI don`t care what people sayI`m gonna get `em for a paper chase(EMP)Know I got that feeling that the pimp gone make a killin`Droppin` them bodies off by the dozen I wouldn`t mind, makin` a zillionCuz there ain`t no love, like that love that`s on the down lowAlways watch your back, for some of them niggas they call your kinfolkI`d rather be broke, then one of them niggas that`s on the boardEvery option that I got, got me livin` by the ????Over here, givin` a toast, to some of the niggas that did they dirtNothin` wrong with recognizin` the real, fightin` and puttin` in workI got some things I need to do, in the pursuit, in my one lifetimeAnd ain`t no more two-stompin` me, only grant for makin` my grindAnd I`ma get in, where I fit in my nigga, we both can roll, for the rideSleepin` your head, and nigga you fall to your knees when it`s time to compromiseI`m at the point of no return, only concerned with the factKnow that I feel with this hustlin` two thousand trick, tryin` to hold you backOn the bow, leanin` with one foot ahead and the bow, is bound to breakNo more shots, no more pop, because he`s dead and it`s time for the paper chaseChorus(Mac Cris)Now smoke a blunt wit`cha boy, commit Cream got that greenNow shoot them toys wit`cha boy, cuz you know we on the sceneAnd put them things in your face, cuz I`m ready to catch this caseYou fuckin` around with me and Cream gone do this shit todayNow get it crunk wit`cha boy, don`t front on your boyAnd if you thuggin` up in the gates, let me see you get it upNow hold it down with your nigga, when you smokin` up in the truckCuz you claim that you smoke pound, but you might get your shit smoked upK to the I to the N to the GG to the A to the T to the ESmokin` and chokin` on swisher sweetsKeepin` you crunk and in on your feetIn this game ain`t nothin` but G`sFuck that shit you tryin` to pleadOne in your head and then you dead and you gone fall to your kneesHEY!!!!!Chorus(Cream)Now smoke a blunt wit`cha boy, smoke some fire green with meGo and get some plastic toys I think somebody tryin` to get meI can`t FRONT on ya boy, cuz every night I`m gettin` that greenEverybody be smokin` a pound, with the Cream on the sceneDon`t make me get crunk on ya boy, cuz real niggas they move in silenceI`ve been known for shootin` them toys in case them suckas wanna get violentNow what`cha want from your boy? Cream olde English and some of this weedTurnin` all of my enemies into manipulatin` fiendsBut if you want it, you can get itIf you smoke it, two can hit itI ain`t perpetratin` with itI`m gone hit it until it`s finishedAnd just like Popeye eat his spinach, I`ma stay crunk off this all dayI don`t care what the people say, WEED make my paper straightSo HOLD IT DOWN wit`cha boy, don`t hesitate to get `em upGo head and smoke up what you smoked up cuz today we gettin` fucked upWe smoke a pound up in my chevy, rollin` round we makin` creditsI ain`t messed up bout no changeWe havin` thangs and I`ma remain the sameOn top of the game, you niggas just can`t get crunk up like my crew doNigga we smoke weed like Wahoo, I get fucked up cuz I want toNow who knew? That Cream`ll be makin` the money with niggas that get paid?Sippin` on Dom and I parle` HEY!!!!!Cream about that paper chase!!!!!Chorus (.5x)

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