Клип 50 Cent – Chase The Paper

The famous video 50 Cent - "Chase The Paper" will attract rap fans. Born in a poor Negro neighborhood in South Jamaica, Queens, New York, Curtis JacksТекст песни: [Hook: 50 Cent] I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling A n**ga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You chase the hoes, I chase the paper You're a sucker for love, n**ga, I'm money making [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm still a baller, I'm still balling That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit Still pass the steel to my n**ga, hit a lick We still mob, n**gas steal stuff We still deal after deal, shit is no problem He still love her, she ain't shit Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick Still real n**gas, still will kill Told the still bitch don't squeal, get your cap peeled The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop [Hook] [Verse 2: Kidd Kidd] I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, lone ranger Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, n**ga Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper N**gas taking your bitches while they taking your paper I'm gone [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] She on my leg like a little kid She hump my leg like a horny pit Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet Now I ain't running after no broads, she stuck on my dick I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind Pretty n**ga with a gorgeous gun You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look There ain't a bitch more dime than me The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me While you [Hook] [Verse 4: Styles P] Ghetto n**gas still'll pick a penny up You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up Little homie loading a semi up Catch him all after the club, tell him to ante up Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way You owe me, you better pay Ghost, let the beretta spray Hood want uncut dope and some better yay I ain't chasing pussy, never have Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass Still robbing, still rolling, still need a mask Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash [Hook]

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