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I Gotta Get Paid

Raekwon

Blade Trinity [Clean]

2004

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
All I

I Gotta Get Paid

Raekwon

Blade Trinity [Clean]

2004

[Chorus:][Lil' Flip] 
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky 
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die 
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low

(What up, Foster?)
Ayy

Sometimes, I get by myself and get to overthinkin' shit
Like where my bitch be at whenever we ain't kickin' it?
When

Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la

Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not

Ilu raperów skamle o hajs za zasługi
Dziś co drugi pogubił się z tym co mówi
Musisz się upić nie rób z ludzi głupich
Lepiej pomyśl jak tych ludzi

Don't even know who i would be
By now If i wasn't the man you see
Right Now
Been through the storm been through the heat I'm crowned
All i wanna be

they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit

straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some

live by the code 
But still tweaking 

Put it in yo face 
Them diamonds be becking 
Vvs be becking 

Treat a dime like a skit 
We can link 
We can fuck

Three encores of 'Oh Sonny Boy' backed only by accordion
Three rows of pale brunettes protect him from the crowd
And the curtain is a patchwork

I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'

on my shit I think  her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht

the hellcat, everybody know that we them boys

My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin'

everybody know that we them boys

My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin' annoyed

The Soundtrack (1992)

Game

1992

2016

Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack

lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass

do my skit
I’ll poe up that brick
I’ll run up that check
And I’m really bout my bag
Lil bitch looking sad
Cause you fucking with that lame
Don’t ever

Free the guys, aye, (free the guys)free lil makk free lil jaxx mane (free lil makk free lil jaxx mane)

Hey, we the ones dropping lows, and we wont

Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long

the gunslinger
Whale spearer from Lamelera, spiritual mental killer
Rob niggas to get my seeds dinner
My pockets stay fat by making yours thinner
How you say go

in the sink

I'm on the front porch smoking with the boys
The officer suggested that we watch the noise

Lucy's in the kitchen acting out some skit
She

For that lil coochie, I'll do it
Bout bitch, you want a bag? You gotta sell your booty
I get to fade and everything like I'm Lil Boosie
5-8-8,

girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez