Paper Chaser

Yeah

Yeah Nigga Yeah

Yeah nigga Yeah

Yeah Nigga



[Chorus - 50 cent]

I'm a Paper Chaser

My glock I'll fire it

You know what it is

The moment you expired

I handle my bizz

I make sumthin' outta nuthin'

You fuck with the kid..

You bound to get shot frontin'



Repeat chorus



[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]

You got that big body benz ha

You find the bitch that you want, you just treat her and her friend huh?

You don' fucked up that coke huh?

Them niggas mad as a mothafucka they finna get you smoked huh?

They outside where you rest huh?

Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest huh?

It's hot and you wearin your vest huh?

It's summer time and you can't even go out nigga you stressed huh?

They talkin' about you in the hood huh?

They sayin' yo ass can't come around you sayin' you could huh?

That bitch flipped gave you the boot huh?

She ain't fuckin' nigga with you cause you ain't got no loot huh?

Ain't nothin' left for you to do huh?

So you back in the hood with yo pistol ready to shoot huh?

It won't be long before you dead huh?

Niggas paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now



Repeat chorus twice



Yeah It's my summa

Go 'head say somethin'

I want yo to say somethin'

So I can smack the fuckin' black off you nigga

I spit in yo face faggot

Come through there man

I can't wait man

Summa time we gon' mash out this year nigga

I got shooters, oh my god

Ya' niggas don't want it with me now man

The fuck man ya'll now where i come from man

They now what turf I was tourin' from

Southside nigga

Ride or be rode on

You know the rules

Live this summa or die this summa babe

It's real