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The Click - Be About Yo' Paper lyrics
f/ Levitti (B-Legit) We have'n so much fetti homes, we can't quit now I break the back off a cake Mix some soda with this A-1 D I zip lock and flip flop 43 I'm livin like a kingpin cuz I had clients Them bitches love to fuck with us Hillside giants And I was hittin me one No matter the cost A 44 two with the dual exhaust With so much rumble in the back on my load I hit the parkin lot and watch convertables fold Them zippers was sold And bitches use to hold my D And back then an ounce would cost you a G I stacked 22 and had 21 left 7 to the kill nigga thanks to chef They was lovin me to death cuz I had cream Them niggas double up so dope fiend never seen And on my team you gone get your green Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means Chorus - (Levitti) Be about yo paper main Fetti, scrilla, scratch main (D-Shot) My paper, My paper is way to strong Cuz when it comes to fetti muthafucka it's own Money, scratch, revenues and all that shit Stingy nigga in your hood tryin' to strike at rich I gots the town hecks a sewed up Thangs for 13 - 5, no bakin' soda I'm to heavy the feds can't fuck with me My lawyers paid so fuck the D.E.A Boss ballin droppin sacks through your fuckin hood You want it hard or soft, It's to the good We're gettin stronger with this distrubution drug shit We're gettin bigger muthafuckas don't want to see my Click I'm in and out, from town to fuckin town Collectin mail makin my fuckin rounds Northern Cali is the place where a nigga dwell Nuts hangin' bitch I'm about my mail Chorus (E-40) Sittin' on top of a matress full of dried up pee stains Choppin up my candy cane Use your razor blade nigga use a saftey pin See I probably wouldn't quit if they raided my shit Soon as I get out I'm right back in it Now I got my car and were thick as shit I you ain't know a car's a click Employees on the boulevard rough and tough'n Got my test clean from puff and stuff'n Came off a hook up on some chops never been fired off Steal a box with the styrofoam Guarenteed not to cough Vallejo, V-town, Valley Joe No respect for the muthafucka Po Po A Yaba Do the boys in blue be gettin shookin Sometimes I'm suited up, Sometimes I'm bummy lookin Slick and slide, whoppin 'em at they own game Publicity stunts changin my pager number every six months Chorus |
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