Lyrics: Bizzy Bone: Carbon Monoxide: F.T.P. (Featuring Blais & Ybl Sinatra)
Bizzy Bone
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do
Chorus: Blais
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
What do you feel
What if it’s real
When it’s out of fifty you kill
Thuggin’ with a gun in front of the liquor store
How did we get to here
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
Bizzy Bone
I know it ain’t the nineties nigga
You can find me nigga
You ain’t talkin’ real business
Get behind me nigga
I ain’t impressed
I don’t sign niggas
They get left
What if they don’t make it fast and can’t even rap
They’ll hate me to death
Want me to bring them Bloodline Harmony
Bone Thugs ain’t dead yet
Want me to leave them
Nobody listens
This just isn’t bread bread
Bitches ain’t shit
That’s what I said said
Nobody gives a fuck about you
Until you dead dead dead dead
Shoot ’em up bang bang
Hit in head blow up blow up
Don’t let your pussy blood clot
Co-defense said me runnin’ around the block
Before the cops can catch the dreds
Pop pop
Givin’ ’em shots to the double glock cage
Jump in the windows for Nintendos
Could’ve been hit with them extendos
Catch me comin’ around with Pop in through the lick
Smokin’ that indo
Ain’t mad at me
Get at ’em
I don’t love you
It don’t matter
Get your paper
This for the love of money
Kill they chap
Chorus: Blais
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
What do you feel
What if it’s real
When it’s out of fifty you kill
Thuggin’ with a gun in front of the liquor store
How did we get to here
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
Ybl Sinatra
I’ma crash out for the paper
I ain’t playin’ nigga
Play with one of mines
I’ma send ’em through your van nigga
Military minded
Red beam on ’em
Let’s get pain nigga
All of my brothers is hungry
We ready to eat
Better hide your plate nigga
Too many niggas they actin’ funny
I lead the way
Hit us some of us stay up in your lane
‘Cause you don’t want no problems
Or that homie’s gon’ solve ’em
Seen what we seen and we’d put up
We know they always just smile
We gon’ let it blow and spin back
We’ll care if the neighbors was watchin’
Tires screechin’ and burnin’
I told you we’ gon die a body
This the realist shit I ever wrote
This shit is diabolic
This the realist shit I ever wrote
This shit is diabolic
Chorus: Blais
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper
What do you feel
What if it’s real
When it’s out of fifty you kill
Thuggin’ with a gun in front of the liquor store
How did we get to here
For the paper
For the paper
What are you gonna do for that paper