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and your???\n start_ms: 208820\n end_ms: 210570\n- text: Not a fuckin place will be safer\n start_ms: 210570\n end_ms: 212160\n- text: Imma say that a scrape be my nature to chase the\n start_ms: 212160\n end_ms: 214340\n- text: Paper, paper do what we do to survive (gotta get it)\n start_ms: 214340\n end_ms: 220560\n- text: Paper, paper Get it like a thief in tonight (you know me)\n start_ms: 220560\n end_ms: 226810\n- text: Paper. paper im comin for yours, now its mine (all about it)\n start_ms: 226810\n end_ms: 232460\n- text: Paper, paper My mind on money, money on my mind\n start_ms: 232460\n end_ms: 239480\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 239480\nplain: |-\n This is your big homie Bryan B Shynin from hot 103 jams host of underground heat\n This next one is called paper, from that Tech N9ne Callabos, the gates mixed plate\n Jay Rock\n Boy im bout my presidents\n Benjamins and jacksons\n My names Jay Rock, a.k.a. get paper if you askin\n Catch me out in traffic\n Traffic insult n' tragic\n That magic tryin get that Frank and Lucas and Brittney raa's cabbage\n Find me on the freeway, doin deals on the 3 way\n If you dont got my paper that chopper split you in 3 ways\n My money runnin, it should be a surelay's\n No candles on my cake but everyday be my b-day\n Comin out that gutta, bitch im bout my dollas\n Me and Tech up at the bank takin them paper showers\n Who gives a fuck what you thank, boat niggas envy hard\n Gats in my drawers, guns in the car\n Knock a nigga off it's all about survival dawg\n Get money, fuck bitches, rockstar\n Im bout my paper, you bout some paper lets do some bussiness\n If you cross me hundred round magazine you gone get yo issue\n Paper, paper do what we do to survive (gotta get it)\n Paper, paper Get it like a thief in tonight (you know me)\n Paper. paper im comin for yours, now its mine (all about it)\n Paper, paper My mind on money, money on my mind\n Tech N9ne\n I've sacraficed everyting to get this fuckin money\n It'll be a rap just like a mummy if you try to get it from me\n Think its funny try to get me when Im stunny\n Your??? gets runny when I bust open your tummy, yummy\n Federal reserve not, better know the darn ropes\n Better go with her folks, find out that she rollin with your dope\n Rats never deserve hope, put a knife where word throats\n Verbs?? fangs drain, and not a single word flows\n Dollars made boss, holla raised cost\n Cause all was in squalor because of all your days off\n So I gotta get paid off, I'm a baller??? lost\n Cautious and your wall look like Ragu and hollandaise sauce\n I'm making the??? no fakin a neighbor for sacred\n But if you faces a hater I'll erase your space on place\n You better take the bass out your trachea\n Imma waste your??? and your???\n Not a fuckin place will be safer\n Imma say that a scrape be my nature to chase the\n Paper, paper do what we do to survive (gotta get it)\n Paper, paper Get it like a thief in tonight (you know me)\n Paper. paper im comin for yours, now its mine (all about it)\n Paper, paper My mind on money, money on my mind\n"}]