Lyrics:
Blood For Blood Ya Still A Paper Gangster

Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a

less Exposing you will make me rest until then remember you're a bullshit fake paper gangster You aint nothing but an image and a liar A bullshit fake paper gangster a

want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know

bad My buildin', my porch, my stoop Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, I'm Bruce Straight for paper, paper chaser Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta I know my block is a

still wikkid But somehow I kept comin up Just shy of a ticket Now I'm doin the most As a matter of fact I'm doin it all Cus connect gang bangin mean

Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can'

's a handspring I like to call that a quick flip Pull triggers like hamstrings Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing Baby blood with them bricks, pimp Get off a

a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and,

, a spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in. Me and Hurricane riding in an S5, snatch a nigga up, take him for a test drive, tie the nigga up