Green Piece Of Paper (Prod. by The Alchemist)

[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 niggaz take your [bad word] like the repo
 The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good  [bad word] 
 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 niggaz 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, [bad word] s gettin thicker  [bad word] 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 [bad word]  for a green piece of paper (ten)
 Did some hype [bad word]  for a green piece of paper (twenty)
 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 (whattup)
 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 niggaz push up with the clips (that's what it is)
 My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this [bad word] (no cook up)
 Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this [bad word] (don't look up)
 We came to body somethin, we ain't shook up in this [bad word] (we ain't shook)

 [Chorus]

 [Styles P:]
 I did some trife [bad word]  and hype [bad word] (yeah)
 On the grind every night that's why I don't write [bad word] (why I don't write)
 Used to go hand-to-hand, rob niggaz 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 [bad word]  for a green piece of paper (a lot of [bad word] 
 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]