Paperwork (feat. Uncle Murda)

Girl he right

(Statik Selektah)

Yeah, I'm a dynamic duo all by my damn self

I got that fire, the hottest shit on the damn shelf

Niggas go right, I'ma pan left on GP

I don't need them niggas to see me, be easy

Running your mouth but you don't know what you be talking 'bout

Soon as we see them fuckboys coming, we walk 'em out

That's right, we gotta even up the odds now

Pulling up the skirts and exposing all of the frauds now

Because it's later for you snakes in the grass

That's what's wrong with the hood

You let niggas that's fake get a pass

But meanwhile, real niggas die at a high rate

From the West Coast to the Dirty South to the Tri-state

You know we hating, why wait? Give that nigga the blues

Run up on him, flash the strap, he gon' shit in his shoes

Piss in his pants and pass out

Then we dig in his pockets and take the cash out and leave him ass out

I saw that paperwork, your homie a rat

How you still hanging with 'em? You been knew about that (How?)

Huh, but we gon' get back to that later

Malcolm X'd be alive if what's-his-name wasn't a hater (What you say?)

I ain't marched when them other million niggas did

But I marched in Brooklyn when they had the parade for Big (Biggie!)

White America on drugs, Becky sniffing lines

Pull 'em over like they Black, watch how many pills you find (Watch)

But they ain't gon' pull 'em over 'cause they ain't Black (They not)

I saw that paperwork, you can't tell me you ain't rat

We all did some shit we be wishing that we could take back

But you cooperated with police, I can't relate to that (Hey)

When you a street nigga, it's certain shit you ain't 'posed to do

That paperwork coming out, niggas gon' be exposing you (You a rat)

Oh, we live on Tidal right now, come see

This real nigga rap, Uncle Murda and Bun B