You and I have settled down I love the thrill of the case You been following me around I know you really wanna settle down But I love the thrill of the chase
U THINK ITS A GAME SEVEN FIGURE NIGGA COMIN FRESH OUT THA TRAP A FORMER DRUG DEALER WIT A VEST AND A STRAP IN A 7 1 IMPALA WIT A TECH IN MY LAP MAKE
Wide-eyed, maybe that's true But most of the time I can see through you You say I'm too sweet for my own good But when your anger lets you down, understood
I chase paper, I chase paper (Twenty, four) I chase paper, I chase paper (Seven, homie) I chase paper, I chase paper (Monday, through) I chase paper, I chase paper (Sunday, homie) I chase
chaser paid my dues and now i cruise wit movie stars the b****** f*** wit me cuz im a paper chaser 50 Cent Why must i be like dat why must i chase a
you some - cause these g's is for hire 20 sacks to burn on 20 inch tyres Who's under fire - not gettin' paid is what you're facing Geah, check it out, paper chasing
Intro Let the wind carry I?m so lost help me I can?t see what?s in front of
We've laid the cables and the wires We've split the wood and stoked the fires We've lit our town so there is no Place for crime to hide Our little church
in my soul At a movie you can feel it touching your heart And on every day of the summertime You'll hear children chasing ice cream carts They'll play
as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well, life is hard, hug me, don't reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin' chased
Outta my mind outta my body thumper never loose Rollin you can sip that Donald Duck orange juice Mean muggs fix your face upside down smile Money call the fete chase
Carter I live In The Lead Im A Die With The Title And Winnin Is Vital Women Is After We Get Dat Money Right Now My Paper Chase Me Its On My heels
genius Ice like a snow cone Writin' in my iPhone Went from sellin' crack To sellin' ringtones Straight out the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter
of parties 'cuz we start shit Parole holes, six months in the box My little sister got her head shaved off She made it home for shop We sellin' Carters
and joined in the chase Rent-a-cop tried to tackle me, got kicked in the face He got the bone (HE GOT THE BONE!) Stole his fuckin' golf cart and bust
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down '
guitar hurtin ya girl Bumpin in my car at the pod YOu can get this music anywhere, even at Walmart In the parkin lot, or the shoppin cart I do nasty
. Logically you aint hot as me im spittin prophecies. like an einstien philosiphy when i roc da beat. heavy on that jag shit streets need a new sound. see even vince carter
