Gotta Get Paid Lyrics
| Song | Gotta Get Paid |
| Artist | Scarface |
| Album | My Homies, Pt. 2 |
| Download | 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 |
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