Lyrics:
Watch him do designer drugs by the gram, get what they asked for
Life be action packed but don't nothin' distract from the cash flow
Dope boy fashion,
Wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles
To invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
Last two L's, I seen visions of dead males and more sales
Real life stories is made
And candles got blazed for little young soldiers shot by dem strays
fake chain
Than my real one, 'cause on the real, son
If a girl think you broke
She just wanna fuck and smoke
If you paid, then she's
Thinkin' bout her
jewels get smothered, trust it I'm a thug for real
Since 'Pac and Biggie, I kept sixty and hugged the steel
Now I glide, fly and ride by above the grill
the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It's real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it's hot
Fuck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch,
like money, and I get paid
I do my duty and say "Good day"
I didn't want to make love, I'm not that fast
What the hell, she's a freak, she even asked
it
I break a bitch, make a bitch get something
Go out and twist something, come on
[Chorus]
[Warren G]
Twist ya body, baby, kiss me, by the way, you
you gotta climb that ladder
But you ain't nothin' but a joke
Rappers make money, tell me why are you broke?
We get paid like a motherucker, and we
a little bitty town
And I'd sure like to see
All the drivers in them out of state cars
Try to get by me
Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Keep the intro
Oh, my boy, you already know
Ah
More time
Melly and D-Nice still in the cage, more time
That ain't
yours but it's paid for and it's real long
Show them tattoos when you switch it up with your J's on
And you got an ass so fat that I can't help but
NOTHING SWEETER
INTRO:
Give to the LORD
That which is for the LORD
I belong to You, LORD, forever.
CHORUS:
Give unto Caesar that which belongs
[Intro: RZA]
Digital, why
[Chorus: RZA]
You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed
You moving fast, reduce your speed
Weak producers, imitate
[Intro]
Hey yo dogs for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
'cause now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck"
"What
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
[Instrumental Intro]
[instrumental Synths]
[Verse 1]
Wakin' up at dawn, grindin' for a nickel,
In the city streets, where the dreams get fickle.
Boss
I'ma tell you once nigga I don't talk twice
If you get down bad wit me
Nigga you gone loose yo life
I'm the real Uptown Nigga 4 Life
And if I killed
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
girl, but I didn't get upset
(yeah) i just chill (White bitch)
Paid it no attention and kept to my mention
On my mission, it really didn't matter
Cause
like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my
Intro:
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Say, say (Ooh)
Say, ooh
Salt: Yeah, what's up baby
Man: Oh, I'm chillin'
Salt: You know, you got me thinkin' about
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit
Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then
When was doing
pull up innat big body hear da bass bumpin
bad bitches in the back tryna get paid sumn
still suckin this dick yeen gettin paid nun
lil lame ass bitch
Discuss these intro to get real paid by beck Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In