歌曲 | Gotta Get Paid |
歌手 | Scarface |
专辑 | My Homies, Pt. 2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
C'monLet me spit some game to ya | |
You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a nigga's dyin' | |
You showed yours, now let me show you mine | |
Bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes | |
Through what you call the inner city and what | |
I call the blues | |
I'm broke here and | |
I ain't waitin' on a call | |
From a restaurant to bust tables when | |
Petie's got a job | |
Makin' 35 a week and all he do is run the streets | |
This niggas always caked up, chromed out and draped up | |
Constantly tellin' me, we need to get this paper | |
I'm gettin' skinny and it's he who get my weight up | |
Straight up and plus | |
I'm tired of missin' meals | |
So I paid the man a visit, “ | |
What's the goddamn deal?” | |
What's up? | |
It's good to see you dog | |
I thought you might've choked up | |
Respect and money | |
Well, I can get you both of 'em | |
I went inside, watchin' him break it down | |
When he was finished, he handed a nigga nine | |
A nine millimeter, nine zips | |
Said, “If | |
I sold each one for nine, | |
I'd have grip” | |
But I hesitated, | |
I ain't never sold a stone | |
I done seen it fuck the hood up | |
Plus all my niggaz gone[Incomprehensible] | |
And they ain't never comin' out with that in consideration | |
I took the package and bounced | |
I'm headed home, dazin' out in a zone | |
Eyes on my luggage, | |
I'm abouts to get it on | |
Get to the house, spread it all on the couch | |
Gettin' this bank what it's about | |
That's how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid | |
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain't no other way | |
That's how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I'm in the livin' room lookin' at the news | |
Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool | |
Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves | |
Gettin' money like a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags | |
Got the blocks all blown up, the whole hood smokin' | |
Got a pistol, | |
I ain't shot yet, so dude's wide open for it | |
I'm just a youngster, | |
I ain't done it but | |
I will'Cause | |
I was taught you got to get it so | |
I get it how | |
I liveFinna get my ma a crib, she ain't workin' | |
So I'm forced to win the bread for the household' | |
Cause dad was no support | |
Often in and out of court caught a case out of town | |
Got a body on his conscience but nobody made a sound | |
He just goin' through the motions, he gonna probably beat the case | |
Still I get down on my knees and beg the | |
Lord to let him raise | |
Get up and get my workers out, supply 'em with the goods | |
Give instructions to the goons to come up out the hood | |
I ain't gotta pay the fronters, so | |
I'm finally finna raise' | |
Cause the bottom line is this homie, you gotta get paid | |
That's how a nigga made they got a nigga paid | |
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain't no other way | |
That's how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I never learned the trade, | |
I fuck with chess and spades | |
The only other game a nigga learned to play was | |
Workin' hoppin' yay 'cause kissin' ass was gay | |
I'm on my business, | |
I want money like | |
I'm jadeWell, | |
I'm the nigga in the hood, these little homies wanna be like | |
I got when shit was good but now-a-days off in this street life | |
These niggaz switch it on you, quick to put you in the crosses | |
Now he standin' in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth | |
That's your muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your broad | |
Now he headed to the closet and he about to take it all | |
So watch your muthafuckin' friends 'cause them the ones that sell you out | |
Ain't no future in bein' loyal when niggaz see you want the top | |
Jealous hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you hatin' | |
I don't want another homie dog, he swallowed that and chased it | |
You can make it like | |
I made it, | |
I think, it's best you do it dolo | |
That way niggaz can't say shit about you when talkin' to the po po | |
Oh you, you know that dude that fronted me my come up | |
I caught him comin' out the neighborhood and had him done up | |
That's why | |
I'm skeptic when it comes to different faces' | |
Cause I know, | |
I got it comin' but 'til then | |
I'll get my bank, shit | |
Shit nigga | |
Fuck you think this is, man? | |
More food for thought | |
That's how this shit go, no | |
You muthafucka been frontin' you | |
Fuckin' with you, all your muthafuckin' life | |
And he the muthafucka talkin' to the people | |
You knowGet that nigga ass outta here | |
I ride by my muthafuckin' self | |
Look for me | |
That's how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid | |
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain't no other way | |
That's how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I never learned the trade, | |
I fuck with chess and spades | |
The only other game a nigga learned to play was | |
Workin' hoppin' yay 'cause kissin' ass was gay | |
I'm on my business, | |
I want money like | |
I'm jade |
C' monLet me spit some game to ya | |
You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a nigga' s dyin' | |
You showed yours, now let me show you mine | |
Bring the six o' clock news and let me walk ' em in my shoes | |
Through what you call the inner city and what | |
I call the blues | |
I' m broke here and | |
I ain' t waitin' on a call | |
From a restaurant to bust tables when | |
Petie' s got a job | |
Makin' 35 a week and all he do is run the streets | |
This niggas always caked up, chromed out and draped up | |
Constantly tellin' me, we need to get this paper | |
I' m gettin' skinny and it' s he who get my weight up | |
Straight up and plus | |
I' m tired of missin' meals | |
So I paid the man a visit, " | |
What' s the goddamn deal?" | |
What' s up? | |
It' s good to see you dog | |
I thought you might' ve choked up | |
Respect and money | |
Well, I can get you both of ' em | |
I went inside, watchin' him break it down | |
When he was finished, he handed a nigga nine | |
A nine millimeter, nine zips | |
Said, " If | |
I sold each one for nine, | |
I' d have grip" | |
But I hesitated, | |
I ain' t never sold a stone | |
I done seen it fuck the hood up | |
Plus all my niggaz gone Incomprehensible | |
And they ain' t never comin' out with that in consideration | |
I took the package and bounced | |
I' m headed home, dazin' out in a zone | |
Eyes on my luggage, | |
I' m abouts to get it on | |
Get to the house, spread it all on the couch | |
Gettin' this bank what it' s about | |
That' s how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid | |
I' m a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain' t no other way | |
That' s how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I' m in the livin' room lookin' at the news | |
Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool | |
Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves | |
Gettin' money like a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags | |
Got the blocks all blown up, the whole hood smokin' | |
Got a pistol, | |
I ain' t shot yet, so dude' s wide open for it | |
I' m just a youngster, | |
I ain' t done it but | |
I will' Cause | |
I was taught you got to get it so | |
I get it how | |
I liveFinna get my ma a crib, she ain' t workin' | |
So I' m forced to win the bread for the household' | |
Cause dad was no support | |
Often in and out of court caught a case out of town | |
Got a body on his conscience but nobody made a sound | |
He just goin' through the motions, he gonna probably beat the case | |
Still I get down on my knees and beg the | |
Lord to let him raise | |
Get up and get my workers out, supply ' em with the goods | |
Give instructions to the goons to come up out the hood | |
I ain' t gotta pay the fronters, so | |
I' m finally finna raise' | |
Cause the bottom line is this homie, you gotta get paid | |
That' s how a nigga made they got a nigga paid | |
I' m a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain' t no other way | |
That' s how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I never learned the trade, | |
I fuck with chess and spades | |
The only other game a nigga learned to play was | |
Workin' hoppin' yay ' cause kissin' ass was gay | |
I' m on my business, | |
I want money like | |
I' m jadeWell, | |
I' m the nigga in the hood, these little homies wanna be like | |
I got when shit was good but nowadays off in this street life | |
These niggaz switch it on you, quick to put you in the crosses | |
Now he standin' in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth | |
That' s your muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your broad | |
Now he headed to the closet and he about to take it all | |
So watch your muthafuckin' friends ' cause them the ones that sell you out | |
Ain' t no future in bein' loyal when niggaz see you want the top | |
Jealous hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you hatin' | |
I don' t want another homie dog, he swallowed that and chased it | |
You can make it like | |
I made it, | |
I think, it' s best you do it dolo | |
That way niggaz can' t say shit about you when talkin' to the po po | |
Oh you, you know that dude that fronted me my come up | |
I caught him comin' out the neighborhood and had him done up | |
That' s why | |
I' m skeptic when it comes to different faces' | |
Cause I know, | |
I got it comin' but ' til then | |
I' ll get my bank, shit | |
Shit nigga | |
Fuck you think this is, man? | |
More food for thought | |
That' s how this shit go, no | |
You muthafucka been frontin' you | |
Fuckin' with you, all your muthafuckin' life | |
And he the muthafucka talkin' to the people | |
You knowGet that nigga ass outta here | |
I ride by my muthafuckin' self | |
Look for me | |
That' s how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid | |
I' m a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain' t no other way | |
That' s how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I never learned the trade, | |
I fuck with chess and spades | |
The only other game a nigga learned to play was | |
Workin' hoppin' yay ' cause kissin' ass was gay | |
I' m on my business, | |
I want money like | |
I' m jade |
C' monLet me spit some game to ya | |
You gotta war on drugs, well, every other day a nigga' s dyin' | |
You showed yours, now let me show you mine | |
Bring the six o' clock news and let me walk ' em in my shoes | |
Through what you call the inner city and what | |
I call the blues | |
I' m broke here and | |
I ain' t waitin' on a call | |
From a restaurant to bust tables when | |
Petie' s got a job | |
Makin' 35 a week and all he do is run the streets | |
This niggas always caked up, chromed out and draped up | |
Constantly tellin' me, we need to get this paper | |
I' m gettin' skinny and it' s he who get my weight up | |
Straight up and plus | |
I' m tired of missin' meals | |
So I paid the man a visit, " | |
What' s the goddamn deal?" | |
What' s up? | |
It' s good to see you dog | |
I thought you might' ve choked up | |
Respect and money | |
Well, I can get you both of ' em | |
I went inside, watchin' him break it down | |
When he was finished, he handed a nigga nine | |
A nine millimeter, nine zips | |
Said, " If | |
I sold each one for nine, | |
I' d have grip" | |
But I hesitated, | |
I ain' t never sold a stone | |
I done seen it fuck the hood up | |
Plus all my niggaz gone Incomprehensible | |
And they ain' t never comin' out with that in consideration | |
I took the package and bounced | |
I' m headed home, dazin' out in a zone | |
Eyes on my luggage, | |
I' m abouts to get it on | |
Get to the house, spread it all on the couch | |
Gettin' this bank what it' s about | |
That' s how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid | |
I' m a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain' t no other way | |
That' s how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I' m in the livin' room lookin' at the news | |
Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool | |
Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves | |
Gettin' money like a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags | |
Got the blocks all blown up, the whole hood smokin' | |
Got a pistol, | |
I ain' t shot yet, so dude' s wide open for it | |
I' m just a youngster, | |
I ain' t done it but | |
I will' Cause | |
I was taught you got to get it so | |
I get it how | |
I liveFinna get my ma a crib, she ain' t workin' | |
So I' m forced to win the bread for the household' | |
Cause dad was no support | |
Often in and out of court caught a case out of town | |
Got a body on his conscience but nobody made a sound | |
He just goin' through the motions, he gonna probably beat the case | |
Still I get down on my knees and beg the | |
Lord to let him raise | |
Get up and get my workers out, supply ' em with the goods | |
Give instructions to the goons to come up out the hood | |
I ain' t gotta pay the fronters, so | |
I' m finally finna raise' | |
Cause the bottom line is this homie, you gotta get paid | |
That' s how a nigga made they got a nigga paid | |
I' m a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain' t no other way | |
That' s how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I never learned the trade, | |
I fuck with chess and spades | |
The only other game a nigga learned to play was | |
Workin' hoppin' yay ' cause kissin' ass was gay | |
I' m on my business, | |
I want money like | |
I' m jadeWell, | |
I' m the nigga in the hood, these little homies wanna be like | |
I got when shit was good but nowadays off in this street life | |
These niggaz switch it on you, quick to put you in the crosses | |
Now he standin' in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth | |
That' s your muthafuckin' boy, he popped you and popped your broad | |
Now he headed to the closet and he about to take it all | |
So watch your muthafuckin' friends ' cause them the ones that sell you out | |
Ain' t no future in bein' loyal when niggaz see you want the top | |
Jealous hearted muthafuckas, always quick to say you hatin' | |
I don' t want another homie dog, he swallowed that and chased it | |
You can make it like | |
I made it, | |
I think, it' s best you do it dolo | |
That way niggaz can' t say shit about you when talkin' to the po po | |
Oh you, you know that dude that fronted me my come up | |
I caught him comin' out the neighborhood and had him done up | |
That' s why | |
I' m skeptic when it comes to different faces' | |
Cause I know, | |
I got it comin' but ' til then | |
I' ll get my bank, shit | |
Shit nigga | |
Fuck you think this is, man? | |
More food for thought | |
That' s how this shit go, no | |
You muthafucka been frontin' you | |
Fuckin' with you, all your muthafuckin' life | |
And he the muthafucka talkin' to the people | |
You knowGet that nigga ass outta here | |
I ride by my muthafuckin' self | |
Look for me | |
That' s how a nigga made, they got a nigga paid | |
I' m a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave | |
Get money everyday, it ain' t no other way | |
That' s how it is until they put me in a grave, nigga | |
I never learned the trade, | |
I fuck with chess and spades | |
The only other game a nigga learned to play was | |
Workin' hoppin' yay ' cause kissin' ass was gay | |
I' m on my business, | |
I want money like | |
I' m jade |