Green Piece Of Paper
(专辑: Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) - 2007)
[Intro: Styles P] It's a
lot of pain (a lot of pain) You learn to live with it though (know'msayin) Things we do [Styles P:] Hungry, starvin in beast mode Live by the
street code, where niggaz take your shit like the
repo The
boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn) So-called brother in the
hood (brother) Lord help us (Lord help) you gotta know we possessed (y'know) I
guess it's the
stress that make us a
hot mess It's somethin on the
chest cause none of my niggaz rest (none of them) Graveyard shift; my guns with the
laser spit 'Til you're hit, all the
tissue come off (off) Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across Who am I
to argue or fight or bicker (who am I) When, I
could see my demon in the
cup of the
liquor Reflection, my section, shit's gettin thicker (shit's thick) Cause love don't mix with the
liquor you should know that Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin out hold that Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin to fold that [Chorus x2: Styles P] I
live my whole life for a
green piece of paper (five) Did some trife shit, for a
green piece of paper (ten) Did some hype shit, for a
green piece of paper (twenty) A
green piece of paper (fifty) a
green piece of paper (a hundred) [Styles P:] In the
game for mad years, paid a
whole lot of dues in it Never bite the
hand that feeds you (never) but the
rules is different When the
hand that feeds you ain't got food in it (what do you do then?) Room full of scholars, bet you it's a
fool in it (I bet you!) Yeah, I
learn my wisdom from the
wise (whattup) But then I
learned livin from the
lies (salute) Both drop the
same jewel boy, better get it it's your time (no it ain't) But nope I
say it's God time I'm just a
maker of hard rhymes, due to the
hard times Skin's real thick, you could look at the
scar lines Sometimes in my mind, I
be still on the
yard time Hittin the
bar time; crunches to the
push-ups to the
dips (yeah) But real niggaz push up with the
clips (that's what it is) My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this bitch (no cook up) Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this bitch (don't look up) We came to body somethin, we ain't shook up in this bitch (we ain't shook) [Chorus] [Styles P:] I
did some trife shit, and hype shit (yeah) On the
grind every night that's why I
don't write shit (why I
don't write) Used to go hand-to-hand, rob niggaz man-to-man Hoppin out the
hoopty or the
van cause I
ain't have a
plan (I ain't have a
Plan) Now I
did a
lot of shit, for a
green piece of paper (a lot of shit) I
formed my teams, I
was on the
scene thinkin major Before a
e-mail I
served fiends off the
pager Gettin high, dreamin 'bout a
green piece of paper [Chorus]