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Les paroles de Me Not the Paper
| | | Artiste: | Jeru the Damaja |
| | Album: | Me or the Papes 12 | | Titre: | Me Not the Paper | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 76 fois | | | | Paroles: | 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 shit
Remember the 80's when niggas
was acting crazy?
The mean streets raised me
I used to live dangerously
Admist crack selling armed dangerous felons
Plus murderers drug spot burglars
Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper
Live the life of crime but got saved by the
rhyme
Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time
Plus the ones gunned down in
their prime
I made it this far because of divine design
Diamond chains the sun still
outshines
I get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wine
As long as there's
breath left, I father the fatherless
If shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off
your chest
Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest
Hard on records, but really
pussy, check it
I 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 Rhymes
Peace to mom dukes for enduring hard times
God bless all the victims of my past life crimes
I do this for the ghetto youth
living like Good Times
Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps
In '97 studio
hustlers puch crack on wax
And breaking backs, but faking jacks
If it wasn't for
contracts, they wouldn't bust caps
So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks
Fat axe, and platinum plaques
Come bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshit
Got the youth running around criminal minded
Not a player hater, just don't chase the
paper
Got a little deal so some heads caught the vapors
So stupid motherfuckers
throw your guns in the air
To all my niggas that ain't make it past their 19th year
I 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 shot
Spots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hot
Niggas bugging out so some receive toe tags
Resting up north with fag or sporting
shit bags
When I think back it's so sad
All the niggas that I had, who'd ever figure
that it'd get so bad?
So I retreat with a pen and a pad
Hide your chain when you
ride the train
For writing rhymes about automatic weapons
I'd rather steer the youth
in the right direction
Drop a bomb, destroy the temple's ?sen section?
Little girls
already sexing
Hard rock shorties is flexing
But I stick to my lessons, no stress
Cause if shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest
Don't fess,
we know why you rock that vest
Hard on records, but really pussy, check it
I 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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