Текст песни Jeru the Damaja - Me, Not the Paper, слова песни Jeru the Damaja

Текст песни Jeru the Damaja - Me, Not the Paper

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("Cause ain`t no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper")Microphone thugs flip keys and shitRemember the 80`s when niggas was acting crazy?The mean streets raised meI used to live dangerouslyAdmist crack-selling armed dangerous felonsPlus murderers, drug spot burglarsNiggas doing anything to acquire that paperLive the life of crime but got saved by the rhymePeace to all my niggas doing time on top of timePlus the ones gunned down in their primeI made it this far because of divine designDiamond chains the sun still outshinesI get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wineAs long as there`s breath left, I father the fatherlessIf shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chestDon`t fess, we know why you rock that vestHard on records, but really pussy, check itI do this for me, and not the paper, strictly 100%("Cause ain`t no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper")It started way before Super RhymesPeace to mom dukes for enduring hard timesGod bless all the victims of my past life crimesI do this for the ghetto youth living like Good TimesFlipping rhymes saved me from the obvious trapsIn `97 studio hustlers puch crack on waxAnd breaking backs, but faking jacksIf it wasn`t for contracts, they wouldn`t bust capsSo, destroy your people and collect huge stacksFat axe, and platinum plaquesCome bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshitGot the youth running around criminal mindedNot a player hater, just don`t chase the paperGot a little deal so some heads caught the vaporsSo stupid motherfuckers throw your guns in the airTo all my niggas that ain`t make it past their 19th yearI do it for me, and not the paper, stictly 100%, nah mean?("Cause ain`t no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper")Sinister plots, every week who got shotSpots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hotNiggas bugging out so some receive toe tagsResting up north with fag or sporting shit bagsWhen I think back it`s so sadAll the niggas that I had, who`d ever figure that it`d get so bad?So I retreat with a pen and a padHide your chain when you ride the trainFor writing rhymes about automatic weaponsI`d rather steer the youth in the right directionDrop a bomb, destroy the temple`s ?sen section?Little girls already sexingHard rock shorties is flexingBut I stick to my lessons, no stressCause if shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chestDon`t fess, we know why you rock that vestHard on records, but really pussy, check itI do this for me, and not the paper, strictly 100%, know what I`m saying?("Cause ain`t no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper")

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Me, Not the Paper

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