[Hook: Hurricane Chris]
We gotta get this paper mane
Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
We gotta get this paper mane
Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)

[Verse 1: Hurricane Chris]
Gotta spend this paper my lil n***a dead
I gotta send this hit
And the fucked up thing is they killed my lil dawg like I (....)
Mane I can't let it ride im chris gotta find these n***as
Ima bow bow bow these n***as
Hangin out the window with the llama
Then I get out n walk up on any n***a dat make sure dat I got a gun
Hangin out the window with the llama
Then I get out n walk up on any n***a dat make sure dat I got a gun
4 legs, 4 n***as, 4 fists
Big guns and they all got drums
Payback payback ar15 widda scope finna hit em in da lungs
Yeah there go my dawg in da casket
6 feet deep in the grave n they fucked up his family
Now they got me dressed up in black with the mac in my lap
And it clap when a n***a come past me
Fuck with the team n***a 5150
Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty
Fuck with the team n***a 5150
Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty
Choppa make a n***a flip like gymnastics
That Glock'll make a n***a body shatter like plastic
Fuck with the team n***a 5150
Gotta come thru da block, thru da block real nasty
Choppa make a n***a flip like gymnastics
That Glock'll make a n***a body shatter like plastic
[Hook]
We gotta get this paper mane
Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
We gotta get this paper mane
Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)

[Verse 2:?]
Gotta keep that strap fa protection, no I don't need a case
Gotta make it back home to my momma dont get one in yo face
Don't get it twisted we rappers thats where dat paper at
And we from the hood, we hustle to make that paper stack
I know I gotta work, my people gotta eat
I know I gotta work, my people gotta eat
Promised my momma I could make a million offa rippin beats
And what's understood is spoken for
If ya talkin money then coversation is open for
If y'ain't talkin money then conversation is usually short
My way spittin my life on this fuckin mic so im usually hoarse
So sick of losin my n***as for shit they gotta do
I mean them n***as get at you that mean you gotta shoot
And if ya light bill due then you gotta flip them
And if ya light bill due then you gotta flip them O's
I left my city but fuck it I gotta do them shows
So im on the road, runnin the game
Gotta make sure my cousins straight when he get out that chain gang
[Hook]
We gotta get this paper mane
Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
We gotta get this paper mane
Hopin I don't become a victim of this chain gang
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)
So sick of losing my n***as (n***as)