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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 modeLive by the street code, where niggas take your shit 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 messIt's somethin' on the chest cause none of my niggas 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 acrossWho am I to argue or fight or bicker (who am I)When, I could see my demon in the cup of the liquorReflection, my section, shit's gettin' thicker (shit's thick)Cause love don't mix with the liquor, you should know thatGun, knife or bat I'm yellin' out hold thatTwenty, 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 shit, for a green piece of paper (ten)SongtexteDid some hype shit, 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 itNever bite the hand that feeds you (never) but the rules is differentWhen 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 timeI'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard timesSkin's real thick, you could look at the scar linesSometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard timeHittin' the bar time; crunches to the push-ups to the dips (yeah)But real niggas push up with the clips (that's what it is)My niggas is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this bitch (no cook up)Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this bitch (don't look up)We came to body somethin', we ain't shook up in this bitch (we ain't shook)[Chorus: x2][Styles P]I did some trife shit, and hype shit (yeah)On the grind every night that's why I don't write shit (why I don't write)Used to go hand-to-hand, rob niggas man-to-manHoppin' 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 shit, for a green piece of paper (a lot of shit)I formed my teams, I was on the scene thinkin' majorBefore a e-mail I served fiends off the pagerGettin' high, dreamin' 'bout a green piece of paper[Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania