50 Cent Paper Chaser Lyrics

[Intro - 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah n____ Yeah
Yeah n____ Yeah
Yeah n____

[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 biz..
I make sumthin' outta nuthin'..
you f___ with the kid..
you bound to get shot frontin'..

I'm a Paper Chaser..
my glock I'll fire it
You know what it is..
The moment you expired..
I handle my biz..
I make sumthin' outta nuthin'..
you f___ with the kid..
you bound to get shot frontin'..

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You got that big body benz ha
You find the b____ that you want, you just treat her and her friend ha
You don' f___ed up that c__e ha
Them n____s mad as a m________a they finna get you smoked ha
They outside where you rest ha
Waitin' with the hammers to put a hole in yo chest ha
It's hot you wearin' yo vest ha
It's summer time and you can't even go out n____ you stressed ha
They talkin' about you in the hood ha
They sayin' yo a__ can't come around you sayin' you could ha
That b____ flip gave you the boot ha
She ain't f___in' n____ with you cause you ain't got no lut ha
Ain't nothin' left for you to do ha
So you back in the hood with yo pistol ready to shoot ha
It won't be long before you dead ha
n____s paid me to hit ya I gotta put one in yo head now

[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 biz..
I make sumthin' outta nuthin'..
you f___ with the kid..
you bound to get shot frontin'..

I'm a Paper Chaser..
my glock I'll fire it..
You know what it is..
The moment you expired..
I handle my biz..
I make sumthin' outta nuthin'..
you f___ with the kid..
you bound to get shot frontin'..

[Outro - 50 Cent]
Yeah It's my summa
Go 'head say somethin'
I want yo to say somethin'
So I can smake the f___in' black off you n____
I spit in yo face f__got
Come through there man
I can't wait man
Summa time we gon' mash out this year n____
I got shooters, oh my god
Ya' n____s don't want it with me now man
The f___ man ya'll now where i come from man
They now what turf I was tourin' from
Southside n____
Ride or be rode on
You know the rules
Live this summa or die this summa b
It's real

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