THE CLICK - Be About Yo' Paper lyrics

(feat. Levitti)

[B-Legit]

We have'n so much fetti homes, we can't quit now

I break the back off a cake

Mix some soda with this A-1 D

I zip lock and flip flop

43 I'm livin like a kingpin cuz I had clients

Them bitches love to fuck with us Hillside giants

And I was hittin me one

No matter the cost

A 44 two with the dual exhaust

With so much rumble in the back on my load

I hit the parkin lot and watch convertables fold

Them zippers was sold

And bitches use to hold my D

And back then an ounce would cost you a G

I stacked 22 and had 21 left

7 to the kill nigga thanks to chef

They was lovin me to death cuz I had cream

Them niggas double up so dope fiend never seen

And on my team you gone get your green

Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means

[Chorus]

[Levitti]

Be about yo paper main

Fetti, scrilla, scratch main

[D-Shot]

My paper, My paper is way to strong

Cuz when it comes to fetti muthafucka it's own

Money, scratch, revenues and all that shit

Stingy nigga in your hood tryin' to strike at rich

I gots the town hecks a sewed up

Thangs for 13 - 5, no bakin' soda

I'm to heavy the feds can't fuck with me

My lawyers paid so fuck the D.E.A

Boss ballin droppin sacks through your fuckin hood

You want it hard or soft, It's to the good

We're gettin stronger with this distrubution drug shit

We're gettin bigger muthafuckas don't want to see my Click

I'm in and out, from town to fuckin town

Collectin mail makin my fuckin rounds

Northern Cali is the place where a nigga dwell

Nuts hangin' bitch I'm about my mail

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[E-40]

Sittin' on top of a matress full of dried up pee stains

Choppin up my candy cane

Use your razor blade nigga use a saftey pin

See I probably wouldn't quit if they raided my shit

Soon as I get out I'm right back in it

Now I got my car and were thick as shit

I you ain't know a car's a click

Employees on the boulevard rough and tough'n

Got my test clean from puff and stuff'n

Came off a hook up on some chops never been fired off

Steal a box with the styrofoam Guarenteed not to cough

Vallejo, V-town, Valley Joe

No respect for the muthafucka Po Po

A Yaba Do the boys in blue be gettin shookin

Sometimes I'm suited up, Sometimes I'm bummy lookin

Slick and slide, whoppin ‘em at they own game

Publicity stunts changin my pager number every six months

[Chorus]