When I had nothin, I had nobody
Now I got a little somethin’, I got everybody
Everybody’s on my dick, like a tick on a dog’s nuts
Can’t shake them for shit, now what the fuck is up with that?
Cause everybody wanna to get paid quick
but when it time ta bust a sweat
Homey ain’t down with it
Now its time to scratch my itch
You wanna be paid for what?
Now ain’t that a bitch
Here’s the boot to you looters on the bandwagon
I kick you like Bruce Lee, return you like the dragon
Sometimes you gotta play the blues to get the green
Understand what I mean?
You reap what you sew, don’t sew you don’t reap
Hey by the way never ever, creep to The Deep

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Everybody just wanna get paid
Just when you think you got it made

When I make my music I make stacks and stacks
And when I make my chumpies I take ‘em to the max.
The mixitty-max-a-million, cause I’m killin’ every villain
That’s robbin and stealing from the little children
Cause they don’t know that the artificial flow aint the way to go,
So, how low will you go?
All the way to sellin’ out your community
You ain’t down with peace, you aint down with unity
You rat-tat-tat-tat and all that, to get the ends
Its remarkable how far you backbone might bend
You take it up the ass to get the bucks
I attack like sitting bull, your sitting like sitting ducks
Take a nap cause you’re bed’s been made
and now you wanna get paid

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bridge

I will be the first to tell you that
My skills never the less I must confess
No frills ,except I got the rep
To make it in the game
Come, come, come correct, cause its a shame
To boost your fame, with the same
Ill shit drama
as you reach for the mainstream

See Imma get paid for my blood, sweat and tears
that drips into the sounds, of the lyrics that you hear.

To all you schmoes that chose to watch the clock,
I got some bad news for you kids up on the block

Only time will tell who rocks the bells
I’m like the old man of the sea, I never tell
My company is misery, ooo how she loves me
Pain is the third eye that helps me see
My rhyme and speach are my firm belief
My passion for music can relieve my grief
Though many have gone, but yet I stayed
You gotta work hard to get paid

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P, A, I, D
Money for nuthin and chicks for free