y'all niggaz know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth I'm not lyin' I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I
dreamt I was a child Holding a string into the sky Climbing it till I finally reached the other side A city of gold A beautiful noise A blanket of sound
Liffy Stokes] the stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a
*liffy stokes* The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and
t aglow On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree I've made the forest suit me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal
It If Anybody Want It Where The Rapper Niggas Will Call Up And Tell Everyone Misery Loves Company So We Done With Thee Enemy Where He Be Energy Sendin Me The Route
is goin come after the G, when I'm out And she already know what I'm bout The paper boy, it's only G's on my route If you wanna, then we can do whatever
a shot, say blaow Lick a shot! {Blaow!) Lick a shot! {Blaow! } [Black Thought:] Everybody on they jawns Cartoons is hardcore porn It ain't no afterschool paper routes
and show another town, break it up and roll another pound Change it up and go another route, flip and make a whole another sound Like the way I did on
you know I ain't talkin' about sports I'm talkin' about runnin some shit I'm talkin' about workestratin' and illustratin' Glorifyin' ya paper route Whether
know I ain't talking about sports (The Quarterback) I'm talking bout runnin' some shit I'm taking about orchestrating and illustrating And glorifying yo paper route
s enough money up in this bitch for all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt All we gotta be is bout our paper route Chorus [E-40
lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
string apart Trickling through the matter From within it's coming out Look the silent speech Hear and follow the route Tapping and let the pen and paper
. Negative speaking, they be creeping, they entertainers. When you out of data they run through a route that'll save ya. In retrospect, infect and pressing your papers
the coldest cube,dude And when I'm micin',boy,I'm know to get rude Criminal background,it's time to get down I use a silencer,don't like the loud sound
need a pick to get my shot off What's in my mind might blow back your hairline I grind for a living, snapping haters in my spare time Check my clout, 24/7 cash route
Let's go! [One.Be.Lo:] The life of a gangsta, danger Known to bust glocks, rush spots underworld, nuttin major Been to the pen, I was in it for the paper