He Wanna Be Paid

Lyrics

(Intro)
 Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
 Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
 But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby
 (Yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
 Long Overdue (how we do it)
 But you asked for it
 So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
 Get Paid
 (Verse 1)
 Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know
 From the M and the O
 A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows
 I'ma set the record straight for a second
 Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed
 And due for a mic checkin.
 You drew first blood in '94
 Trickin with my baby momma
 You know the one you called a ho
 I'ma let you know
 That if you take it back to the past
 When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
 You can ask my bro, He will let you know
 Back then I shared my pussy.
 You was using music as a form of pursuing
 Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
 Who the fuck is you foolin?
 I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down
 Straight interrupt yo show
 And serve yo ass in her nightgown
 Right now
 Fuck the rappin, we can fight now
 Tight style, Sell for miles
 Change the name Vell to Vall
 Call him Dame or Gal
 Cause the way he came was foul
 Nigga that's bitch shit
 Tech N9ne you dissed it
 But they missed it
 Told me that you sold 200, 000 with pride
 But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside
 But you sold 5, 000 Nationwide
 You a clown man
 You niggaz think I jokin, go check the SoundScan
 All I wanna know is.
 (Chorus)
 Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
 (He wanna get paid)
 And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
 (He wanna get paid)
 Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
 Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
 Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
 Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
 (Verse 2)
 Yo
 This nigga struggling to be the better man
 Why fuck around with a tech milla meter
 When you know the nigga is a clever brand
 Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggaz video
 Cause It never ran
 And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
 Nigga, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right
 '86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
 '89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat
 '90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
 Motherfucker can you buy that?
 We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
 That's small time
 That's why yo shit will never be in the hands of many
 My shit is clean and packs a punch pal
 And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy hurl and drunk style
 This nigga is failin in the biz
 Bets step behind this
 Don't know where his mind is
 That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is
 Tech Tech N9ne is
 Kansas City's Finest
 All I wanna know is.
 (Chorus)
 Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
 (He wanna get paid)
 And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
 (He wanna get paid)
 Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
 Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
 Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
 Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
 Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
 And I'm blastin a nigga which makes the situation real funny
 I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys
 And you don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy
 He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work
 Nigga that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out
 And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
 This is the third round knockout
 When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
 Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up)
 From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
 Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)
 And make niggaz get on they grit (And yo shit don't)
 We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou
 Niggaz are through now
 Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
 Niggaz are too foul
 Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet
 You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
 Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
 Said Tech rappin on his shit payin for him and his kids meals
 I feel bad for the nigga, so I'ma let it out
 A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...
 (Chorus)
 Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
 (He wanna get paid)
 And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
 (He wanna get paid)
 Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
 Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa
 Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
 Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
 Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
 Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
 Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
 Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
 (Outro)
 NIGGA
 A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
 (Blows kiss)
 

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Duration
04:55
Key
7
Tempo
114 BPM

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