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 me

Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me

Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it

Where Da Paper At

Run it, told you I gotta get it

Cuz I'll run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address

And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress

Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest

The reason why they got you in this room

Without no witness and I'm runnin thru this business

No matter who it be

So this whole industry better get cool with me

Cause see, these men adore me

This light skin, manicured, this paper

Hand it to her, don't make me get Sandy do it

Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that

Too late cuz I'm gon get that

Ain't nuttin but a 8 stack

And ain't no getttin away from that, baby boy, I'm takin that

Ain't no sense in statin that (one more time)

WHERE DA PAPER AT?



[Memphis Bleek]

If the war's on, get it on my nigga

You gon form the law once the four bark, nigga

Plus the crack you sell won't match yo bell

You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill

Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat

Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet

If you a poster don, how a nigga can't eat

I live ya four plus three feet deep

You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the f*ck up

Finish no album, you done f*cked up

Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified

Nigga I ain't bullshittin

The streets is mine and I'm on a paper chase, caked up wit work

Label me a heavyweight, I'm knee deep in crack, keep the gat

Sit 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 bitch?

At one point or another I chose to do sticks

I couldn't even go for hitin hoez with this dick

If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips

When I ask where my paper at? Have my chipz

If you don't have half my shit, have half this clip

Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch

I'm into pimpin murderin and credit card skams

When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand

You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand

I gotta feed my fam, f*ck goin hand in hand

And my kidz is gon have what I ain't have

Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath

If you blast, then we blast first

For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt



[Berreta]

Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing?

Been on the run for indictments since 18

Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken

It's mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash

Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range

Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet

Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz

Muthaf*ckaz don't undertand what this industry is all about

f*ck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months

There ain't no way to hide bitch,

Where da paper, y'all hoez done ran out of town bitch

You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig

Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes

Wit black pieces, my game is at it's deepest and I'm rhymin tight

Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5

Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me I'm gettin em

Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein

Any market up in the street I'm downisizin, it's all dead in the ear like I'm prizin

What....



[Throw Down]

Respect the compition my game is con

I'm rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond

Y'all broadz wanna touch the devil, f*ck a Beanie Seag

That bitch I slit his throat

Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin

At hand is what's gon get you and yo man missin

See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson

Watch him blow for he hit the ground

And garanteed if I miss you my man'll get you

And f*ck who standin wit you when he can he hit you

Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do

Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do

It'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 on

Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of lights

I'm the true so take notice to New York's Finest

Y'all gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable

Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash spirital

Not the typical, average mind you're used to

Mentality crucail, bitches get it too

I'm not hearing you, question is, do you hear me?

If not let me introduce y'all to nine Milly

It's a damn shame the game you played you lost

Gotta kill a nigga on that same line you crossed

Wit that line he'll keep his fingers crossed

I can't call it, I wasn't the one you wanted to go to war wit

And every night I drink about it, baby, I'm turnin alkoholic

Gotta shop?, Call it ????

Somebody died for the paper? Not you and I?

Nigga and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez...

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