Get Paid Lyrics by Outlawz

Get Paid Lyrics

    [napolean] (talking)
    Yeah, from the bottom
    For the depths, for the bottom
    We come from there, but we still here
    We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs *exhale*
    We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
    Listen

    [young noble - verse 1]
    Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
    But if you not family, keep talkin alright?
    Will you get them nikes? oh you like them yeah?
    They look good on me, you wanna cop a pair
    Though it takes some time, we still love everybody
    Them like my thug sisters, so i'm fuckin every mommy
    Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
    As i walk through i heard em sayin 'noble do his thing'
    I'm flowin through this game like i'm slidin on ice
    Brought these niggaz insane like i'm slidin in dice
    Applyin the wife, but ain't nobody dyin tonight
    We fryin the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
    I bet your life i just might stretch your wife
    Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
    It might sound short, then i'll stretch the rhyme
    Nothin but another day, know i ain't gonna lie

    [chorus - tq]
    I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
    Curb surfin on the corner each and every day (every day)
    For all the people cause i never find a better way
    Ain't gonna stop me from hittin when i see some paper (i'm gettin it nigga)
    Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day
    But it don't matter, i'm gonna get mine anyway
    But in the scene it's like i still hear my feet the same
    Can we get paid? just want to get paid

    [edi mean - verse 2]
    Man i wasn't born with it
    But i'm gonna get it
    Let it be known i'm on a mission
    >from boss livin, no bullshittin'
    And i don't sit around in this who don't want nothin
    And i don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin
    I'm my own man, own plan, been that way
    Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
    I never ever really trust the world again
    Age ten, feel frustration
    No patience when it all forego
    Fuck takin it slow
    I'd rather take it and blow
    I still roll daily
    Only stoppin for my babies
    I'm a hard=luck nigga
    Keep your guard up nigga
    Large cut getta
    I gotta have my piece
    I'll chop it up with ya man
    But i gotta have my piece
    You cannot be mad at me
    I'm game tight on all sides
    Obstacles cannot damage my pride
    I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
    Young struggla, livin for the love of us
    Outlaw

    Chorus

    [kastro - verse 3]
    I'm bluntin, so i'm strapped, and i'm starred and cautious
    Ain't nothin but a day at the office
    I stand alone so i cut my losses
    And sometimes i drink until i feel nauseous (ha)
    It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun
    Still i chase my paper, till i can't run
    And i was still just a kid till i had one
    If not for bad luck, i probably wouldn't have nothin
    It's two g's and i just can't quit yet
    Through all they mind so i just can't sit back
    I stand strong so you know i don't get checked
    The born outlaw so you know i ain't wit' that
    My younger days in the day tryin to figure out
    A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount
    I ain't a mystery, it's elementary
    Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be

    [napolean - verse 4]
    Eat now, i'm kinda low in the pockets
    House lookin like shit, volts is climbin out the sockets
    But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m.
    Brick city, n-j
    Besides cali, it's the home of the a-k
    I'm paid to roll, was raised too low
    But at least in my heart, i've always felt alone
    I stayed strong through all the times i supposed to
    I pray to god daily, you barely when you supposed to
    Close to the money cause it's close to my heart
    In my life, death ain't nothin but a walk in the park
    Hard times gettin sweeter now
    I guess allah must have blessed us cause we eatin now
    Come on

    [young noble - verse 5]
    (tq = can i get paid x 3)
    Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
    We still missin tryin to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang)
    The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain)
    Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang)
    Live yours, and you know i'm tryin to live mine (live mine)
    Get yours, cause i ain't tryin to give mine (give mine)
    Everybody comin out at the same time (same time)
    Nothin but another day, know i can't lie
    Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
    Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang)

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