Lyrics:
to get by
Well the P.D.'s they won't play the record
They're too worried about that book
And the D.J's they all hate the song
But they're in love with
do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy
do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy
I gotta close the window before I record
Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Coogi down to the socks like I'm biggie poppa
Keep your girl head
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
[Daddy, can I go outside?]
Ha, gowhereyalike, kid!
Beep
...A brief announcement to all radio DJ's: If this record is currently
Being played at your
outside?]
Ha, gowhereyalike, kid!
Beep
...A brief announcement to all radio DJ's: If this record is currently
being played at your station, we will
Muthafucka we're about to put some salt in your game
Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about
They're from Compton and shit,
I put a record on
Put it on and sing along with you
Sing along with you
And that's okay by me
That's okay 'cause in a way I'm free
In a way I am
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
See it
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish
People, it's time for the Ice crush
So listen to my words I bring much
Sense, as I commence, my lyrics intense
Your telephoto, break out your big
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Every time you go
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
Said this is
up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (yeah)
Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (yeah)
Raw
up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em)
Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (yeah)
Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (yeah)
Raw
and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready
And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only, don't you ever scratch or disrespect it
Roarke and Tattoo
AKA Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours, these motherfuckin' nuts
I don't love Eazy, I don't love Jerry
I don't love Ruthless Records
do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
My uppercut boy
gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented,
gun's my security
I'm not afraid nucca do what you gon do to me
I get paid when your record is played
To put it short, heh I got it made
I'm talented,
first came out, we had a smash hit song
Then people started askin, "What's takin so long
for y'all to put another record out for the airwaves?"
I said,
the sea
I by the power invested in me
Put words in rhythm, recite em as poem
Put em on records to display em and show em
To an entourage of fiends who are
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