Be About Yo' Paper-The Click

[b-legit] We have'n so much fetti homes, we can't quit now I break the back off a cake Mix some soda with this a-1 d I zip lock and flip flop 43 i'm livin like a kingpin cuz i had clients Them b**ches love to f**k with us hillside giants And i was hittin me one No matter the cost A 44 two with the dual exhaust With so much rumble in the back on my load I hit the parkin lot and watch convertables fold Them zippers was sold And b**ches use to hold my d And back then an ounce would cost you a g I stacked 22 and had 21 left 7 to the kill ni**a thanks to chef They was lovin me to death cuz i had cream Them niggas double up so d**e fiend never seen And on my team you gone get your green Cuz a ni**a had to have it by all means [chorus] [levitti] Be about yo paper main Fetti, scrilla, scratch main [d-shot] My paper, my paper is way to strong Cuz when it comes to fetti muthaf**ka it's own Money, scratch, revenues and all that sh*t Stingy ni**a in your hood tryin' to strike at rich I gots the town hecks a sewed up Thangs for 13 - 5, no bakin' soda I'm to heavy the feds can't f**k with me My lawyers paid so f**k the d.e.a Boss ballin droppin sacks through your f**kin hood You want it hard or soft, it's to the good We're gettin stronger with this distrubution drug sh*t We're gettin bigger muthaf**kas don't want to see my click I'm in and out, from town to f**kin town Collectin mail makin my f**kin rounds Northern cali is the place where a ni**a dwell Nuts hangin' b**ch i'm about my mail [chorus] [e-40] Sittin' on top of a matress full of dried up pee stains Choppin up my candy cane Use your razor blade ni**a use a saftey pin See i probably wouldn't quit if they raided my sh*t Soon as i get out i'm right back in it Now i got my car and were thick as sh*t I you ain't know a car's a click Employees on the boulevard rough and tough'n Got my test clean from puff and stuff'n Came off a hook up on some chops never been fired off Steal a box with the styrofoam guarenteed not to cough Vallejo, v-town, valley joe No respect for the muthaf**ka po po A yaba do the boys in blue be gettin shookin Sometimes i'm suited up, sometimes i'm bummy lookin Slick and slide, whoppin em at they own game Publicity stunts changin my pager number every six months [chorus]