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Styles P - Green Piece Of Paper lyrics
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, five
 Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
 Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
 A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
 I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
 Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
 Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
 A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
 In the game for mad years, paid the 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 timeStyles P - Green Piece Of Paper - http://motolyrics.com/styles-p/green-piece-of-paper-lyrics.html
 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 some, we ain't shook up in this bitch
 I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
 Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
 Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
 A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
 I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
 Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
 Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
 A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
 I did some trife shit and hype shit
 Yeah, 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
 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
 I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
 Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
 Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
 A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred
 I live my whole life for a green piece of paper, five
 Did some trife shit for a green piece of paper, ten
 Did some hype shit for a green piece of paper, twenty
 A green piece of paper, fifty, a green piece of paper, a hundred














