an' it's cash involved ?Can I get paid or you get sprayed?? It be the only damn question that I'm askin' y'all, what up? Can I get paid? I'm just tryin
Traduzione: Stili. Get Paid.
Plus everywhere I look All I could see is a crackhead or a goddamned crook Runnin' around with a pistol or a blade Stickin' up -- in other words, gettin' paid
and tall Easy to fall for the cake, they throwin they walk Most niggaz wanna shine when it ain't they time Comin up with styles mimickin mine My infinite
Everyone's singing the white boy blues, Haven't they heard the news? You can't get away with that attitude until you've paid your dues, You're writing
swordsman So let RaZAh rip across your face, you're frosting [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Push this s--t out like nine months Rock Swahali and suede fronts, get paid
(I'm just your funky lil brotha) [2Low] Here we go once again with the real hits Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this I bring styles after styles after styles
Ghetto Style Perched in the South The king of the ghetto The man, not a myth [Verse 2: Brother Marquis] The journey was long, but we fought the struggle We paid
so the rhymes I say, To get the party jumpin',is how I get paid Benefits of a hit is when I get laid Mr. Mixx is the one to get things goin' So the rhymes
tell how you rough I get I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake nigga
'mon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't gotta be my man at all
it is wit me once the clock stike 3. We goin coo-coo like Cocoa Puffs. Whooo eeii!!! -Chorus repeats- Time to get paid, time to get paid. Check. Time
we got Hilltop in the house from right to left, you know what I'm sayin'? My man Cool C about to get on the mic and bust a cold stupid rhyme, sayin' it just to get paid
Eye style is heavy duty My crew be gettin funky like a spliff of the skunky You can't even get a whiff of the funk, punk Tried to get the formula, but
gave birth to three bastard sons A record label, a King to 4th letter Passin phases, non-legitimate trendsetters Pop figures, who figured they'd get paid
hear the noise upstairs, so it's time to break out Plan 1 is out, Plan 2 in effect The big bank job to get the pockets correct A devilish scheme to get
we get it now they get it late We put it down we innovate, can't keep us out we in the gate You hungry Twin go get a plate, I'ma tell you how much we
