Cha Cha - Where Da Paper At Lyrics
f/ Black Child, BerreTa, Ja Rule, Memphis Bleek, Throw[Cha Cha]Hey yo, you niggaz wasn't expecting meJump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test meNow lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit itWhere Da Paper AtRun it, told you I gotta get itCuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo addressAnd make you give up everything you got from under your mattressHalf you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realestThe reason why they got you in this roomWithout no witness and I'm runnin thru this businessNo matter who it beSo this whole industry better get cool with meCause see, these men adore meThis light skin, manicured, this paperHand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do itMandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase thatToo late cuz I'm gon get thatAin't nuttin but a 8 stackAnd ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin thatAin't no sense in statin that (one more time)WHERE DA PAPER AT?[Memphis Bleek]If the war's on, get it on my niggaYou gon form the law once the four bark, niggaPlus the crack you sell won't match yo bellYou a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chillYo I know the street, plus I roll with the heatBleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleetIf you a poster don, how a nigga can't eatI live ya four plus three feet deepYou villinager ass niggaz got one shot the ***** upFinish no album, you done *****ed upGet missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentifiedNigga I ain't bullshittinThe streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit workLabel me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gatSit low in the acc, where dat paper at?[Black Child]Where Da Paper At? Is it in this rap shit?Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a *****?At one point or another I chose to do sticksI couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dickIf I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nipsWhen I ask where my paper at? Have my chipzIf you don't have half my shit, have half this clipDassit, unless you gon pass yo *****I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skamsWhen I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grandYou want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grandI gotta feed my fam, ***** goin hand in handAnd my kidz is gon have what I ain't haveLike cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bathIf you blast, then we blast firstFor the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt[Berreta]Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing?Been on the run for indictments since 18Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tookenIt's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cashOr I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any rangeLeavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internetGet a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatzMutha*****az don't undertand what this industry is all about***** that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for monthsThere ain't no way to hide *****,Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town *****You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wigTurn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimesWit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tightConsecutive low rider, pushin 1.5Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin emLike time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the pieinAny market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizinWhat....[Throw Down]Respect the compition my game is conI'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pondY'all broadz wanna touch the devil, ***** a Beanie SeagThat ***** I slit his throatMoney addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listinAt hand is what's gon get you and yo man missinSee the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmissonWatch him blow for he hit the groundAnd garanteed if I miss you my man'll get youAnd ***** who standin wit you when he can he hit youCause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to doWit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u doIt's too late for that? You gon stay for that?Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga where da paper at?[Ja Rule]Come on Come onJa...the Fallen angel...in the world of lightsI'm the true so take notice to New York's FinestY'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettableThug, slash, political, nigga, slash spiritalNot the typical, average mind you're used toMentality crucail, *****es get it tooI'm not hearing you, question is, do you hear me?If not let me introduce y'all to nine MillyIt's a damn shame the game you played you lostGotta kill a nigga on that same line you crossedWit that line he'll keep his fingers crossedI can't call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war witAnd every night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholicGotta shop?, Call it ????Somebody died for the paper? Not you and I?Nigga and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...Uh .....
