: These days the letter's like a freeze frame All the old ways get cluttered in the bric brac bones of the day Now the book lights They flicker like
: My patents are pending For me to say what I wanted to say, Your message confusing mine. Technologies talking, Hear them say what I wanted to say. My
city is coming down soon. Watching the light on the dash Warning that we're gonna crash One last time let's drive round again. Now I see your face in the mirror Fading
: I can't pay today and I never will I'm on the downside of the double bill Here's where I am (no surprise) A Monogram guy with Bela Lugosi eyes So
: See the wrecking crews go by Leave a broken piece of you outside. See the smokers out to breathe, Coughing secrets as you start to leave. See your
: I?ve been trying to watch this thing, but the truth is truth is a bit obscene. If they said ?everything,? then they lied. And at the fall fire line
: I write heresies and sign my name, publish and perish all the same. You ask why should I not stay? Your sobrieties are all a shame If you have pills
: Mapping out the Interstate My finger prints a figure eight We come around, we've seen this place before. And climbing up the empire state you hold
: He won't know Adorno He's an adult with an adcult You can buy your way into his head He was never better Wearing sneakers and a sweater Made by 12
, body rock [body rock, bock rock, body rock]. We say the war shouldn't stop until they get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Krayzie: We paper
playa hatin' niggas body rott Body rott, body rott Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops body rott Body rott, body rott We paper
dick licked by the baddest bitch Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] Paper
is nothing But I gotta beat yo ass cuz you think you did something I aint fucked up bout no nigga Niggas coming by the dozen I be with da shit, my paper
, now we taking trips to Jamaica just to relax My homies came a long way since paper from g-packs But gone, they used to be pushing BP's and Zenax Now, they wire us our paper
all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six Better get your paper
'To be the man of the house I'm on my own with all the doubt How would I make it out without no father figure? So I ran with the other thug niggaz Became
' me With that weak shit, a nigga just came to party With my guys and women probably pitchin' couple of innings Break 'em down through my winnings and come out Detroit grinni' With my paper