Cash N.Y. - Paper Chase lyrics

[Chorus: x3]

I woke up early this mornin given a new side of my life

The sun was shinin you were on my mind

[Verse 1:]

Still pitching nicks & dimes fiends lineing up

Been out since the morn now I'm tired as fuck

In the hood I'm like stringer in the wire

Can't talk to anybody niggaz talking through the wire man

Couple bricks to flip got a click they down wit it

Aint no money in the city I'm outta town wit it

New face so cops watching the plates

So I do like anna nicole and got rid of the weight

Sick of being average gotta get that paper right

Think I'm good till I see the fucking blue & whites

Awe shit dogs sniffing the panel

Get a nine to five lil nigga how can you ?

When its fiends moving looking for a lil taste

Must be stupid if you ain't on that paper chase

Got the cuffs on thinking I'm stuck

Now I see the patty wagon

Man I know that I'm fucked damn.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Now I'm fresh out D.A. Red in the face

Cuz I got a jewish lawyer and he ate the case

Now its back to the block

Cracks in my sock

Man I'm like baron davis how I'm good wit the rock

Like the want adds putting work on the sets

Doing this since 14 I was like shorty in fresh

Hustling 1O1 yea man I know the grind

Aint gotta talk wit guns they know the strip is mine

Like a marathon my lil team run the town

Red, yellow, blue crack valves on the ground

Fuck up the count you becoming a ghost

Yea I got that kind of butter

Don't come with the toast

And a couple of dojas to cover the shit

Block is like ground zero man its covered in bricks

Just know if ya paper right

I'm a fuck wit ya

Cash New York man tales of a hustler

[Chorus: repeat 'til fade]