Get This Paper

I hustle, I scrape, I gamble, I take
Anything for me to get that paper
I rob, I steal, I plot, I kill
Anything for me to get that paper
I work, do dirt, hit the block, sell work
Anything for me to get that paper
I pimp, I play, I scam, run game
Anything for me to get that paper

Picture me down on my luck, down to a buck
Barely ate, ribs touching, nigga, I'm stuck
Nothing in the fridge
I'm so hungry I'mma bust
So these niggas with money start
To look like lunch
Maybe I can pull a jux, run up in the store
Make Papi give it to me, get away or
Run up in the weed spot, come through
Fifth cocked take everything
Leave him nothing but his dreadlocks
Might be easier to just sell krills
Stand around the corner and just make sales
Nigga, I'm broke
How the fuck I'm gon' chill?
Anything that ain't nailed down
I'm gon' steal
It feels like I got a right to rob
You would do the same, dog, what
I'm supposed to starve?
Rather be the frank man
Before I beg and bark
You think if I played lotto
I'd get rich tomorrow?

Sometimes I sit and think what'd happen if
I didn't get my rap on
I would be back in the hood with a mask on
Probably pushing every rock til
The crack of dawn seeing me
Run and snatch the chain that you had on
One of these days I'm gon' get me rich
Plus the girls say I'm cute
I could pimp me a bitch
I could shake up the dice
I could gamble a bit
I could pull a burglary
Steal your TV and shit
But if all else fells
Then I'mma hit the ave again
And sell bootleg DVDs like the Africans
T-shirts, socks, CDs and aspirines
I do anything for me to get cash again

Now this is for my niggas in
The hood that'll pull them capers
Do anything just to get that paper
Run up in her spot, tie her up, duct tape her
Take money now, then think later
Every bitch that's trying to get it
If you're riding a or you're riding a dick
If you're riding a six or
You're riding with bricks
You can ride next to me if
You're trying to get rich
Homie, do what you gotta do
If you gotta booze
Gotta rob, gotta steal, get your dollars
Duke cause when you're broke
Nobody love you but your mama
Nothing worse than a man living with his mama
Dead broke, sitting there loading his llama
He'll shoot a dude for every
Bit of nine dollars
For that bread I'll go at your neck
In 91 I kidnapped my connect, motherfucker