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Em* 322003 (gmaj6)

Intro
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[Intro: "Keisha" ("Barbara") {Ghostface Killah}]
Boy get your lazy ass up
So you can go to store and get some flower
And some vegetable oil so I can
Million Man March
If she ain't got a fat ass, the she can't get up in this car
I can tell if that ass real or fake by how she walk

Get paid, young
see me talkin to a girl
A sweet young thing with jheri curls
I never ever wore a braid
Got the peasiest hair and still get paid
 
[Run]

Well I'm
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best

Get paid
and Beck's  and first class flights 

You name it  niggaz had it  and still got it 

Always rhymin with a pardon 

like Roxanne I'm about to cold _Get
[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm telling you, spit that, done it
[Intro:]
(Don't forget about us)
Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go
No baby, no baby, no baby no
Don't baby, don't baby, don't let it go
My
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fucking Patti LaBelle
up, man, y'all know what it is
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what what?

Aiyyo, we came through thumping like elephants
The new Range is
rankers

Fuck the intro, straight to the point
The mero mero's back here to rock this joint
Straight from the streets with the gangster beats
Run
alright with me
So come on over
And run this train with me
We get her pissy drunk
And roll a dutch and blow some trees
But anticipate this
The girl is
That's right nigga you gotta get your papers in this motherfucker
I ain't mad at ya at all (damn)
Aiyyo, what the fuck you wanna be when you grow
rankers

Fuck the intro, straight to the point
The mero mero's back here to rock this joint
Straight from the streets with the gangster beats
Run
Hello
  
[Verse 1]
Man: Now I been trying to fuck with you since 7th grade
Woman: But I didn't want to fuck with you, cause you wasn't paid
Man: By
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way

You get mad puff-lie all day
of beer.

So I workin real hard and not gettin' paid 
And I'm sick of this life and I gotta get a break
And I just cant get by anymore. 
I've been real
wish I could get taken by an alien race,
But I don't think that I could get through TSA,
I just wanna watch porno
Without the NSA flagging me.

I
[Intro: people whispering]
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no
[Intro: people whispering]
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's
(intro)
[crunchy black]
Aw yeah, we fittin' to get into some shit called stayin' real
It's one mutha-fuckin' thing to be real
But it's another
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I want to sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' Patti Labelle
turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell why'all niggas good night, good night, uh