Oh
Bus, bus, bus, bus, bus, get off like sus
Inna everything inna we have to put black bus
Some crew hear us, and they fear us
Tell some punks to try not come near us
So it's like ya ya ya, that's the way it is
Ya ya, and if there wasn't gonna money
There wouldn't be no zombies
So gimme what is due, what's due?
And don't let me have to barbare you and your whole crew
It's joking funny, you better hand over my money
Don't act like a dummy, when you see me running
You a hear me sunny, want it 14 carats
Like your name was Bugs Bunny
You get a what's a flag in a hurry
Your brains is scurry
Gotta get the papers,
gotta get the papers We not have all the damn newspapers
Gotta get the cash,
gotta get the stash Big up on my peeps,
I'm running across the
dash Gotta get the papers, I said the papers
We not have all the damn newspapers Gotta get the cash,
gotta get the stash
Big up on my peeps, I'm running across the dash
Oh,
no money is my motto,
I gotta win the lotto If not,
then what?
I'm part of the way to Puerto Rico To be frank,
I gotta get some money from
the bank When I put my nine up,
everybody hands up
Give me all the money when the heads are tied up,
you clown
Give me all those English pounds Put
your heads on the ground and don't you
make a sound Cause I'm a bank robber,
not a chin grabber
I'm looking some money for me and my mama My two kids,
yeah,
my son and my daughter
Here comes the damn copper,
this is the police I even run like my sweater
Looking some money gonna make you feel
better I'm a poor man from down in the gutter
With a wallet and nigga in my pants,
niggas never scared
Gotta get the papers,
I said the papers We not have all the damn newspapers
Gotta get the cash,
gotta get the stash Big up on my peeps,
I'm running across the
I'm running across the dash
And you'll feed my poor son
Give me all your money, fool
You better run
As the clock ticks to the next millennium
The hungry's getting hungrier due to heat of the sun
The skies fall
And chicken little get a gun
And Wobble Yoopy Wobble me said
Wobble Yoopy Wobble me said
It's like the devil's taunting me
I mean he's haunting me
And telling me by any means necessary
Eerie, eerie
Get those papers, get those papers
Get that cash, get that stash
We go pop a piece of ground and cross the dash
We must bust, must bust, must get all that sus
Inna everything inna we happy put that bust
Some crew hear us, and them fear us
Tell the punk *** China come hear us
So me say, yah, yah, yah
That's the way it is
And if there was a point of money
There wouldn't be no showbiz
What is due?
What's due?
And don't let me up to God hurt you
and your old crew It's choking funny,
you better hand over my money Don't act like a
dummy when you see me running You are in me son,
you wanted 14 carats Like your name was Bugs
Bunny You get a what's up doc Inna hurry,
your brains is scurried Gotta get the papers,
gotta get the papers We not *** on
a damn newspapers Gotta get the cash,
gotta get the stash We go pop a piece of
ground and cross the dash Gotta get the papers,
I said the papers We not *** on a
damn newspapers Gotta get the cash,
gotta get the stash
that's tight