Scarface - Gotta Get Paid Lyrics
Scarface ad libs"let me spit some game to ya"[Verse 11]You gotta war on drugsWell every other day a nigga diesYou showed yours, now let me show you mineBring the six o'clock newsAnd let me walk 'em in my shoesThrough what you call the inner cityAnd what I call the bluesI'm broke here, and I ain't wainting on a callFrom a resturaunt to bust tablesWhen Petie's got a jobMaking 35 a week and all he do is run the streetsThis nigga always caked upChromed out and draped upConstantly telling me we need to get this paperI'm getting skinny and it's he who get my weight upStraight upAnd plus I'm tired of missing mealsSo I paid the man a visit...[Petie] "What's the goddamn deal?It's good to see you dogI thought you might've choked upRespect and money, well I can get you both of 'em"[Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it downWhen he was finished he handed a nigga nineA nine milimeter, nine zipsSaid if I sold each one for nine, I'd have gripI hesitated, I ain't never sold a stoneI done seen it ***** the hood upPlus all my niggas goneAnd they ain't never coming outSo with that in considerationI took the package and bouncedI'm headed home, dazing out in a zoneEyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it onGet to the house, spread it all on the couchGetting this bank what it's about[Hook]That's how a nigga madeThey got a nigga paidI'm a mutha*****in' jacker not a slaveGet money everydayIt ain't no other wayThat's how it is until they put me in a grave[Verse 2]I'm in the living room looking at the newsGot a razor and some zipper baggiesAbout to do the foolCutting hundred dollar slabsWholesaling niggas halvesGetting money like a mutha*****aSerivng niggas bagsGot the blocks all blowed upThe whole hood smokingGot a pistol I ain't shot yetSo dude's wide open for itI'm just a youngster, I ain't done it, but I willCause I was taught you got to get itSo I get it how I liveFinna get my ma a crib, she ain't workingSo I'm forced to win the bread for the householdCause dad was no supportOften in and out of court, caught a case out of townGot a body on his conscience, but nobody made a soundHe was going through the motionsHe gonna probably beat the caseStill I get down on my kneesAnd beg the Lord to let him raiseGet up and get my workers outSupply 'em with the goodsGive instructions to the goonsTo come up out the hoodI ain't gotta pay the frontersSo I'm finally finna raiseCause the bottom line is this homieYou gotta get paid[Hook]That's how a nigga madeThey got a nigga paidI'm a mutha*****in' jacker not a slaveGet money everydayIt ain't no other wayThat's how it is until they put me in a graveI never learned a tradeI ***** with chess and spadesThe only other game a nigga learned to play wasWorking hopping yayCause kissing ass was gayI'm on my business, I want money like I'm jade[Verse 3]I'm the nigga in the hoodThese little homies wanna be likeI got when shit was goodBut now-a-days off in this street lifeThese niggas switch it on youQuick to put you in the crossesNow he standing in your cribAnd got a pistol in your mouthThat's your mutha*****in' boyHe popped you and popped your broadNow he headed to the closetAnd he about to take it allSo watch your mutha*****in' friendsCause them the ones that sell you outAin't no future in being loyalWhen niggas see you want the topJealous hearted mutha*****asAlways quick to say you hatingI don't want another homie dogHe swallowed that and chased itYou can make it like I made itI think it's best you do it dolo (solo)That way niggas can't say shit about youWhen talking to the po-poOh yo, you know that dude that fronted me my come upI caught him coming out the neighborhoodAnd had him done upThat's why I'm skepticWhen it comes to different facesCause I know I got it comingBut 'til then, I'll get my bank, shit[more ad libs]..."***** you think this is?"......"more food for thought"......"that's how this shit goMutha*****a been foolin' you, *****in' with youAll your mutha*****ing lifeAnd he the mutha*****a talking to the peopleYou know...get that nigga ass outta here"......"I ride by my mutha*****ing self"......"look for me"...
