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Jeru The Damaja – Me Not The Paper (remix) dj premier

Jeru The Damaja – Me Not The Paper (remix) dj premier

Jeru The Damaja – Me Not The Paper(remix) dj premier

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  1. Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    "Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams
    See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"

    [Verse 1]
    Microphone thugs, flip keys and shit
    Member the '80's when niggas was acting crazy?
    The mean streets raised me
    I used to live dangerously
    Amidst crack-selling armed and dangerous felons
    Plus murderers, drug spot burglars
    Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper
    Lived the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme
    Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time
    Plus the ones gunned down in their prime
    I made it this far because of Divine design
    Diamond, flooded chains the sun still outshines
    I get you drunk off my drink like that champagne wine
    As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless
    If shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest
    Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest
    Hard on records, but really pussy, check it
    I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly a hundred percent

    [Chorus]
    ("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams
    See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")

    [Verse 2]
    It started way before Super Rhymes
    Peace to mom dukes for enduring hard times
    God bless all the victims of my past life crimes
    I do this for the ghetto youth living like Good Times
    Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps
    In '97, studio hustlers push crack on wax
    And breaking backs, but faking jacks
    If it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust caps
    So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks
    Fat Ac's, and platinum plaques
    Come bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshit
    Got the youth running around criminal minded
    Not a player hater, just don't chase the paper
    Got a little deal so some heads caught the vapors
    So stupid motherfuckers throw your guns in the air
    To all my niggas who ain't make it past their 19th year
    I do it for me, and not the paper
    Strictly a hundred percent, nah mean?

    [Chorus]
    ("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams
    See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")

    [Verse 3]
    Sinister plots, every week who got shot
    Spots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hot
    Niggas bugging out so some receive toe tags
    Resting up north with fags or sporting shit bags
    When I think back it's so sad
    All the niggas I had, who'd ever figure that it'd get so bad?
    So I retreat with a pen and a pad
    Hide your chain when you're riding the train
    Fuck writing rhymes about automatic weapons
    I'd rather steer the youth in the right direction
    Drop a bomb, destroy the 10 percent section
    Little girls already sexing
    Hard rock shorties is flexing
    But I stick to my lessons, no stress
    Cause if shit was real, 
    Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest
    Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest
    Hard on records, but really pussy, check it
    I do this for me, and not the paper
    Strictly a hundred percent, know what I'm saying?

    [Chorus]
    ("'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams
    See what I mean, Black?") ("I gets the paper")

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