green piece of paper

it's a lot of pain

you learn to live with it though

things we do

hungry

starvin in beast mode

live by the street code

where niggaz take your shit like the repo

the boys'll sell crack

to your mother if you're good

so-called brother in the hood

lord help us you gotta know we possessed

i guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess

it's somethin on the chest cause none of my niggaz rest

graveyard shift; my guns with the laser spit

'til you're hit

all the tissue come off

nobody go to church but they hustle to get across

who am i to argue or fight or bicker

when

i could see my demon in the cup of the liquor

reflection

my section

shit's gettin thicker

cause love don't mix with the liquor - you should know that

gun

knife or bat i'm yellin out hold that

twenty

fifties or hundreds

you know i'm tryin to fold that

i live my whole life for a green piece of paper

did some trife shit

for a green piece of paper

did some hype shit

for a green piece of paper

a green piece of paper a green piece of paper

in the game for mad years

paid a whole lot of dues in it

never bite the hand that feeds you but the rules is different

when the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it

room full of scholars

bet you it's a fool in it

yeah

i learn my wisdom from the wise

but then i learned livin from the lies

both drop the same jewel boy

better get it it's your time

but nope i say it's god time

i'm just a maker of hard rhymes

due to the hard times

skin's real thick

you could look at the scar lines

sometimes in my mind

i be still on the yard time

hittin the bar time; crunches to the push-ups to the dips

but real niggaz push up with the clips

my niggaz is raw

you heard right

no cook up in this bitch

let it go you better duck

don't look up in this bitch

we came to body somethin

we ain't shook up in this bitch

i did some trife shit

and hype shit

on the grind every night that's why i don't write shit

used to go hand-to-hand

rob niggaz man-to-man

hoppin out the hoopty or the van cause i ain't have a plan (i ain't have a

plan)

now i did a lot of shit

for a green piece of paper

i formed my teams

i was on the scene thinkin major

before a e-mail i served fiends off the pager

gettin high

dreamin 'bout a green piece of paper