'mo take my shoes off) It's about that...................mo' better (I got to take my shoes off) (I 'mo take my shoes off) (I got to take my shoes off) Yeaaaaah-hooo! (I 'mo
apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened D-12 though, y'all better quit
i know, they after riches, not mine. I gotta gun and ima cock mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My nigga C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down wit Z-ro. And
think you better check yourself And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay
't no one of 'em gon' ever go hungry I represent Mo' City until the day I die I speak the truth even when I say a lie Even lil' babies know better than
-A-fella I got the blue box and the feathers Fuck the hatas and the hellas Like I fooled them into thinking That life will all get better [Dre] Pissing
like my man Emilio, what y'all should really know You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit) [
, but she better just look..... Rap: Tell me what it is what it a ain't Superbad shawty hard in da paaain't John Woo slow mo step up in da room like
tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap The mo
beef with you know who F*** a few female stars or two And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, *** Not to be f***** with Mother*** better duck quick '
scrills 200 over on the Phantom, drop that 650 Sky blue suit with the bow-tie Yeah I make it rain with dollars Had you leanin back till you popped your collar Mo money (mo
mo, niggas, gone kill some more (Nigga, you never know when you gone die) Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more (Say never know when it could be you) Murda mo
down because you never should've tried to work my Dogg and the lil homey wouldn't had no reason to bump Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo' Lil
bed you don't even come round no mo' you don't invite me to your shows you treat me like we ain't down no mo' I bet you ain't seen your son in months
they mama out here shooting game Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers Living raw better
em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store 'Cause they know everything Fiend know Mean mo' money mo
Chorus: Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase Verse one: I need...mo money mo money mo, suck '
a quarter ki Nigga ya better not be playin me You gon' bleed to death, you understand me? Whassup, are you ready to go? You ready to tongue kiss with the blue