DO OR DIE - Choppin Up That Paper lyrics

Chorus: 1x<br>(val young)<br>Choppin up that paper(with you) I do it for you<br>You know you got me lovin you<br>Choppin up that paper(with you) I do<br>You got me love-in youuuuuu<br><br>Verse 1:<br>(ak)<br><br>Now first you gotta pimp wit me, but now you livin in that high-class luxury<br>No matter me, I'm a trustin g<br>Says shell never see , shell never tweak, now do you really really wanna ride<br>Wit me? <br>Now happy here and there ain't now love lost, fitty cars with these bumps<br>But you others always want some and tell me true or false<br>I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too<br>Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you<br>We can ride in the backseat drunk type all night<br>Sun up til the moonlight, true dat(true dat), baby but you knew dat<br>First you gotta understand(uh-huh) we makin pennys out of dollars<br>And boys out of grown men, from chi to texas to los angeles smokin canibus<br>Puffin phillys after phillys I got my homies in atlanta on a burner actin<br>Silly<br>But lets pause back gettin back and when we call fax,<br>I know you cant see it, but I'm all that<br>You got the video of me and twista ridin in the benz/lac<br>But tell me can you fade back? <br>Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l, double a-c always<br><br>Chorus 1x<br><br>Verse 2<br>(ak)<br><br>Women love my philosophy, for spittin somethin in the poetry<br>Point the finger if you know it's me, so flow when the lights on<br>Hittin notes in the mac song you can see me cause the mask gone<br>Dead wrong, if you think that i, am on the paper chase cause you seent that i<br>Kick it on the sundays at a party watchin bodies sippin hene spead your love<br>And show love and not pro-long<br>And for a minute I can get wit when I gone tax on your hips and thighs lips<br>And i<br>Seems better when we put her down in my dime hat, layin cool and g stacks<br>But remember when we packed, tennessee don't need that<br>But we back, nice hoe put her down exposed to, how many hoes you can go<br>Through<br>I ain't hatin cause she told you see I'm a boss player who can sit back and<br>Floss player, dime hat and a raw scale do you really wanna ride on the side<br>And chop it up later, you can sit back and ride wit me, take a puff, get high<br>Wit me<br>Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l double a-c always<br><br>Chorus 1x<br><br>Verse 3:<br>(ak)<br><br>Now identify who it was that labeled me, systamatic it's a habit, situation<br>When I'm such a real, bitch, a oozie, by jacouzie, puff a blunt I did,<br>So why you actin (? ) we gettin crunk and did,<br>Run around givin g shot, party til the beat stop, divin in the pool and the<br>Rules, oh they all dead, choppin up the paper so we all rich, and take a puff<br>To the head til we all sick, but in the meanwhile, chrystille, now you lady<br>Wanna do it again<br>To an end, in a couple (? )<br>Less than jeeps then bentleys, vip and the whole 9<br>We in the back of a caddy wit the cold rhyme, never slippin, just dippin<br>Still ridin in the c-a-d-i double l , double a-c always<br><br>Chorus 2x<br><br>Fade out