Get Ya Paper

[Chorus x2: Shim-E Bango]
This one's for the hood nigga (Get Ya Paper)
On the grind on the block nigga (Get Ya Paper)
Cops come around, we like "see ya later"
Gotta make moves to get this paper

[Verse 1: King Gordy]
I'm a different type of rapper, a descendant from a tribe in Africa
Who believes that beating your wives is an act of God
[?] and far away, been hunting in the jungle all day
With spears to pierce meals from far away
My kill skills are ill so they carve my face
By fighting like lions and having the heart of an ape
The jungle is Detroit, the tribe is F.K
It ain't not spearchucking bitch we built an [?]

[Verse 2: Fatt Father]
I get up and get get to get down
Attention big cities, suburbs and hick towns
Started with a O, [Mu gone to bricks?] now
Heartless with the flow, I'm beyond you, sit down
Five [?], I'll dare you to heat
That I'm concealing a beast so be careful
And 'til my family eat I'll speak barrels
So run that dough, roll, and Caprice and I'll spare you

[Chorus x2: Shim-E Bango]
This one's for the hood nigga (Get Ya Paper)
On the grind on the block nigga (Get Ya Paper)
Cops come around, we like "see ya later"
Gotta make moves to get this paper

[Verse 3: Marv Won]
This one's here for my fam on the [?]
Sack in they sock, hand on they Glock
Rubber bands on they knot, I got man for the cops
Couple grand in the spot, see that van when it's hot?

[Verse 4: Shim-E Bango]
I'm just talking about the block, I'm just talking about the cops
Or them dudes that'll cop, drop dough for them thangs
Rather get chains since days of Daddy Kane
Playing quarter k's [ballads are spun waves?]

[Verse 5: Marv Won]
My nigga it's dough to get, the game is so intense
I guarantee we the grain you don't wanna go against
I'm boss round here dawg I'm pulling rank
You niggas think you can but I know you can't

[Verse 6: Shim-E Bango]
Get Ya Paper to the hood I thank
Money keep me clean like candy paint
Rev up the engine, head to the bank
Stop at the store to get something to drink

[Chorus x2: Shim-E Bango]
This one's for the hood nigga (Get Ya Paper)
On the grind on the block nigga (Get Ya Paper)
Cops come around, we like "see ya later"
Gotta make moves to get this paper

[Verse 7: King Gordy]
You're two rocks from falling away and dying
Twenty two thousand, I'll paint on this car I'm driving
And with that said I hope you know for sure
I'd like to thank all you crackheads for your support

[Verse 8: Fatt Father]
It was all a dream, move weight to all the fiends
Nice crib, nice cars, doing baller things
If you'll call us anything better call us clean
Grinding is the key to success by all means

[Verse 9: Marv Won]
Man I'm tryna lock the world down one corner at a time
With this moving pounds, hash, quarters and dimes
And fuck with chicks that's nothing short of a 9
Well 9.5 but 9 is the borderline

[Verse 10: Shim-E Bango]
I'm Mr. K-L-E-A-N
Gotta get a new pair [?]
(Girl that's my jam) We doing the Errol Flynn
Everybody's welcome my nigga, come on in

[Chorus x2: Shim-E Bango]
This one's for the hood nigga (Get Ya Paper)
On the grind on the block nigga (Get Ya Paper)
Cops come around, we like "see ya later"
Gotta make moves to get this paper