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letra de rips in the paper - malik b & mr. green

[intro]
i wanted all that sh-t i said in the beginning on you know, on the album
alright, cool, cool, come one
m-illa-tant yo
m-illa-tant yo
rips in the paper and sh-t
motherf-cker
yeah, check it

[verse 1]
i keep it logical yo, i make it possible
i wanna chick from an island that’s so exotical
i’m so melodical, all up in you like follicle
and plus i’m powerful yo, you n-ggas gotta go
my zodiac would be no photos of blasphemy
you must be after me, [?] n-ggas who p-ss for me
this sh-t is actually just part of a masterpiece
it happened practically when i’m chillin’ with faculty
i tried to master my flow, was something magical
me on sabbatical, p-ssy on something radical
i’m so grammatical, spittin’ was so grammatical
i’m so grammatical, spittin’ was so grammatical
i keep a schedule [?]
check it out, check it out yo
i’m dressin’ casual but i were a collateral
i snap all out on you n-ggas become my animal
so call me cannibal ‘cause i snack on you actin’ on
the next chapter on, take my b-tch to that salon
and get the [?] bring [?]
it happened after dawn [?]
he took me to the f-ckin’ room where all the rappers born
y’all n-ggas room with the music and the rap is gone
but this the room where hip-hop is the topic
flop sh-t, drop it, hot sh-t, cop it
i cause a [?] all on your optic
topless chick on an album, let’s drop it
i keep on and on and won’t stop it
don’t, don’t stop it, ba-body-rockin
pop-pop [?] made by betty crocket
yeah i want them dollars to [?] from every pocket
you was just a subject, you were part of an object
somewhat like a lab rat, now you part of a project
i keep on and on and don’t stop
this hip-hop, all up on your block
i’ll tell you this mellow my man, i was born to rock
keep on the job until the morning knock

[interlude]
yeah, motherf-cker
c-cksucker, got the paper rippin’ and sh-t
but the beat still tickin’ and sh-t
finger-l!ckin’ and sh-t
that’s how i taste [?] motherf-ckin’ rap sh-t n-gga
i’ma bang this sh-t with the f-ckin’ rips in it again

[verse 2]
i try to make it to the top, switch it over to props
whether n-ggas out here know it or not
get your acres now you mowin’ a crop
man, your motors are locked
m-illa-tant’ll get a soldier to pop
the first chance we explode and we drop
man, your [?]
and we don’t care if n-ggas [?] or not
look, it’s cold and it’s hot
and every episode i roll through your block
and when i didn’t [?]
[?]
my f-ckin’ flows get hops
bitties i know get zoxed
[?]
i gotta whole lotta souls i done told
while i hold that i [?]
the game is worth more than gold that i got
[?]
different, they gotta [?]
that motorola
get that yola to pop
that motorola get that yola to pop

[outro]
you know what that means, n-ggas all on the h-rns wit’ it

- malik b mr green

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