| Napolean
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| Yeah, from the bottom
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| For the depths, for the bottom
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| We come from there, but we still here
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| We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs
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| We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
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| Listen
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| Verse 1 by Young Noble
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| Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
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| But if you not family, keep talkin' aiight?
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| Will you get them Nikes? |
| Oh you like them yeah?
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| They look good on me, you wanna cop a pair
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| Though it takes some time, we still love everybody
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| Them like my thug sisters, so I’m fuckin' every mommy
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| Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
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| As I walk through I heard em sayin' «Noble do his thing»
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| I’m flowin' through this game like I’m slidin' on ice
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| Brought these niggas insane like I’m slidin' in dice
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| Applyin' the wife, but ain’t nobody dyin' tonight
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| We fryin' the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
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| I bet your life I just might stretch your wife
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| Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
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| It might sound short, then I’ll stretch the rhyme
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| Nothin' but another day, know I ain’t gonna lie
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| Chorus by TQ
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| I still remember when a nigga didn’t have a thang
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| Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (every day)
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| For all the people 'cause I never find a better way
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| Ain’t gonna stop me from hittin' when I see some paper (I'm gettin' it
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| Nigga)
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| Somebody tell me what’s the price for a better day
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| But it don’t matter, I’m gonna get mine anyway
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| But in the scene It’s like I still hear my feet the same
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| Can we get paid? |
| just wanna get paid
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| Verse 2 by EDI Mean
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| Man I wasn’t born with it
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| But I’m gonna get it
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| Let it be known I’m on a mission
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| From boss livin', no bullshittin'
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| And I don’t sit around niggas who don’t want nothin'
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| And I don’t kick it with these bitches who always want somethin'
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| I’m my own man, own plan, been that way
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| Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
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| I never ever really trust the world again
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| Age ten, feel frustration
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| No patience when it all forego
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| Fuck takin' it slow
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| I’d rather take it and blow
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| I still roll daily
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| Only stoppin' for my babies
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| I’m a hard luck nigga
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| Keep your guard up nigga
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| Large cut getta
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| I gotta have my piece
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| I’ll chop it up with ya man
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| But I gotta have my piece
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| You cannot be mad at me
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| I’m game tight on all sides
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| Obstacles cannot damage my pride
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| I manage to ride, but be it wasn’t easy
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| Young struggla, livin' for the love of us
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| Outlaw
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| Verse 3 by Kastro
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| I’m bluntin', so I’m strapped, and I’m starred and cautious
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| Ain’t nothin' but a day at the office
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| I stand alone so I cut my losses
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| And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha)
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| It’s not easy, believe me, it’s no fun
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| Still I chase my paper, till I can’t run
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| And I was still just a kid till I had one
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| If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn’t have nothin'
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| It’s two G’s and I just can’t quit yet
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| Through all they mind so I just can’t sit back
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| I stand strong so you know I don’t get checked
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| The born Outlaw so you know I ain’t wit' that
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| My younger days in the day tryna figure out
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| A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount
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| I ain’t a mystery, it’s elementary
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| Cash rules, and that’s the way it was meant to be
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| Verse 4 by Napolean
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| (?) Eat now, I’m kinda low in the pockets
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| House lookin' like shit, volts is climbin' out the sockets
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| But that’s how it is in twenty-three a. |
| m
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| Brick City, N-J
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| Besides Cali, it’s the home of the A-K
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| I’m paid to roll, was raised too low
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| But at least in my heart, I’ve always felt alone
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| I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to
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| I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to
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| Close to the money 'cause it’s close to my heart
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| In my life, death ain’t nothin' but a walk in the park
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| Hard times gettin' sweeter now
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| I guess Allah must have blessed us 'cause we eatin' now
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| Come on
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| Verse 5 by Young Noble
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| Reminiscin' of the days we was broke man (broke man)
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| We still missin' tryin' to get it, it’s a sure thang (sure thang)
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| The forecast for today said it’s gonna rain (gonna rain)
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| (TQ: Can I get paid)
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| Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang)
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| Live yours, and you know I’m tryin' to live mine (live mine)
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| Get yours, 'cause I ain’t tryin' to give mine (give mine)
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| Everybody comin' out at the same time (same time)
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| Nothin' but another day, know I can’t lie
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| (TQ: Can I get paid)
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| Reminiscin' of the days we was broke man (broke man)
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| Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang)
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| (TQ: Can I get paid) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Paid , by - Outlawz. Song from the album Classic Collabz, Vol 1., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп