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The Paper Lyricsby Big Noyd Buy album CD: Illustrious [Hook: Jay Rush] This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want that This is real life, ain't no motion picture soundtrack I know killers that know killers, y'all don't want it Y'all don't want it This is [Big Noyd:] You already know what it is, I rep the Bridge for life, black (Show me where the cash at) And it's like that So I can get some good shit that keep the fiends comin back You niggas talk gangsta but I don't hear none of that You find me in the hood anywhere they get money at Rollin in a coupe fully equipped, I can live with that A chick real thick so when I'm bent I can get in that They love the kid cause I rap, plus what I spit is crack You know I'm 'bout money, though, won't be no cuffin that Shorty's a hoe, so picture me lovin that Spendin my dollars on Prada, never that And I don't ever trick, I sit back, let the cheddar stack And all you fake gangsters, I got one for you You step on my toes or fuck with my dough I have to kill you I dare one of you moolies to fool with the moolah I reach for the toolie and send a shot through your medulla Motherfucker cause [Hook]
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