Styles P - Green Piece of Paper Lyrics

Writer(s) : ALAN MAMAN / David Styles
Artist: Styles P Lyrics
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Album: Track 8 on Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman)
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[Intro: Styles P]
It's a lot of pain (a lot of pain)
You learn to live with it though (know'msayin')
Things we do

[Styles P]
Hungry, starvin' in beast mode
Live by the street code, where *****s take your **** like the repo'
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
So-called brother in the hood (brother)
Lord help us (Lord help) you gotta know we possessed (y'know)
I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess
It's somethin' on the chest cause none of my *****s rest (none of them)
Graveyard shift; my guns with the laser spit
'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off (off)
Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across
Who am I to argue or fight or bicker (who am I)
When, I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor
Reflection, my section, ****'s gettin' thicker (****'s thick)
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

[Chorus x2: Styles P]
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper (five)
Did some trife ****, for a green piece of paper (ten)
Did some hype ****, for a green piece of paper (twenty)
A green piece of paper (fifty) a green piece of paper (a hundred)

[Styles P]
In the game for mad years, paid a whole lot of dues in it
Never bite the hand that feeds you (never) but the rules is different
When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it (what do you do then?)
Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it (I bet you!)
Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise (what up)
But then I learned livin' from the lies (salute)
Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time (no it ain't)
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 (yeah)
But real *****s push up with the clips (that's what it is)
My *****s is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this ***** (no cook up)
Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this ***** (don't look up)
We came to body somethin', we ain't shook up in this ***** (we ain't shook)

[Chorus: x2]

[Styles P]
I did some trife ****, and hype **** (yeah)
On the grind every night that's why I don't write **** (why I don't write)
Used to go hand-to-hand, rob *****s man-to-man
Hoppin' out the hoopty or the van cause I ain't have a plan
(I ain't have a plan)
Now I did a lot of ****, for a green piece of paper (a lot of ****)
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

[Chorus]


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