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Let's Get This Paper (Produced By Polow Da Don)

R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie

Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie

Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta

They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from AlabamaMartin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance

They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance

That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did

So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids?And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds

If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down

See that ice, the dope man paradise

Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' lifeThey tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next?

They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks

Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker

No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paperYeah when you look at us, just think about it

We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars

But our whole family tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money

For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin'

When it's all said and done, what do you own?You don't own nothin', you don't own you

The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey

He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back

So when it's really all said and done

What did you do this for? What difference did you make?You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it?

Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin'

Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit

So how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school withGrabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked

Well, them young niggas got pistol grips

They been about they killin' shit

But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be

When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of meNow Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home

They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong

Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin'

And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin'I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land

I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man

Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker

No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paperYeah, surprise, niggas, hey, we behind that, nigga

Everybody tell me to get money

Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga

I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke, nigga

'Cause that ain't no motherfuckin' money, shity'all playin' right into these motherfuckers' hands

Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, nigga?

What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh, that's all?They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq

This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back

Nigga, this the battlefield, fake niggas scream, "Keep it real"

Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them billsHey nigga, time's harder, hey so we grind harder

We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border

Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way

Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterdayI prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes

And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time

Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker

No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paperOur Father who art in Heaven

Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin'

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

These niggas dumbYeah, nigga, they gave my brother ten years, nigga

What the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga?

They gave my uncle twenty years, nigga

Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, niggaI can tell ya how I feel, nigga

To be on that motherfuckin' stand, nigga

Lookin' the motherfuckin' judge in they face, nigga

And he gon' tell you some stupid shit like life, niggaThey sendin' y'all niggas on vacation

Nigga 'cross the nation, nigga

Y'all niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype, nigga

Sellin' that white, niggaI've been there, done that, nigga

Nigga, I'm from Mobile

Nigga, they call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga

You bring yo' black ass down, nigga

You ain't gon' make it, niggaYou guaranteed to go to motherfuckin' prison

Bein' black where I'm from, nigga

I come from the motherfuckin' impossible, niggaNow y'all niggas gotta deal with me, nigga

I'm here, Zone 4, new motherfuckin' money, nigga

D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah

Songwriters

JONES, JAMAL F. / RICHARDS, MARECE BENJAMINPublished by

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