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[Intro: Dedric & Noah Cuz]
Get you a real nigga, I just wanna be your nigga
Get you a real nigga, I just wanna be your nigga
You knooow what?
For

get down)
Cause that's the only way we was taught
(We was taught)
And everything we got we bought (We bought)
And real niggas still shine in the dark

Tell the Feds

Too Short

Rush Hour [Original Soundtrack]

1998

now I still rap and get paid to gat
Since '87, that's how the shit comes
We made two hundred thousand in six months
Sellin tapes not cakes, cheques

Thugged Out

Young Buck

T.I.P. [Clean]

2005

down like Reggie Miller
While othas take time to get paid, I like it quicka
And do it sober no weed or sizzle licka
Know wha I mean? It's fuckin' teams

Yea yea
Yea yea
And I don’t really care what they say
Ima do me either way
Get the money
Get the money
Get paid
I’m just living life
Day By Day
Day

In the beer that I'm drinkin'
I gotta get paid, I gotta get paid
And that's what a nigga be thinkin'
You sleep hoes
I'm puttin' a peephole in your

the yard, you cannot cross this gunline
Yeah, you know that I'm on my grind
Yeah, I'm self paid, self-employed
I gotta get paid, homie, I gotta get paid

and getting money for real 
Soon as I get off of these papers all these niggas gone see that I got 

A dope boy swagger I got flavor for real 
And I could be up

stuck on they skin like a rash
So how the hell can they not feel me

I'm just tryna show the real me to these niggas
They get sweet and I go fed and I

[Intro: Cee]
Let’s get it
Cee, Rasy, TMF Bitch ah
Listen

[Verse 1: Cee]
I once heard that a learned man acts like he's all that
But a wise man admit

how i'm raised 
Gotta keep on workin to get paid lyrics jus be flowin through my brain
Everything done changed i been feelin stuck up in my ways 
I got

hustle every day
Gotta get paid by any means

Niggaz start hating when they see you on the rise
Niggaz be fake you could see it they eyes
Can't talk money

Intro

Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton

Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...

Verse One

Hey Yo doctor, here's

(INTRO)
                  WE HAD MONEY
WWEE BEEN HAD MONEY, Money aint nothing
Without US being together.
It don’t do no diff, It don’t make no

shit fo'real
I do this shit fo'real 

High off a strain 
I just forgot her name 
It was Mary Jane 
She was smoking by the strain 
All the niggas lame

the Women
Ain’t Getting money You boys Looking sour
I’m trying to find out new ways To get paid
You chilling there getting paid by The hour
I’m getting

where i stand, i'm sorry ma i gotta shoot
But you niggas don't want problems, keep it real and tell the truth 
And I been drippin' in designer, paid

When I pull up they say what's up playa
Moves with my mind
and I'm tryna get paid up
GP, goodpLAy to my brother yeah thats a lay up
Aye, that's a lay

I move by myself, it's all love, I hope you get it baby

I'm just locked in on my goals, I gotta get it baby
Watch what you do and not what you say
I

trippin' baby
I move by myself, it's all love, hope you get it, baby

I'm just locked in on my goals, I gotta get it, baby
Watch what you do and not what you

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Snitches get stiches, real niggas get paid
Bitches catch feelings, lil niggas catch fades
Late night shootouts, wrong way on one

she needing
Yeah this the intro, watch who you call your kinfolk
Yeah he my slime, so I told wipe his nose
Glock by my dick, nah that ain’t a dildo

wasn’t even 10 yet

Hadn’t even picked up a pen yet

Already had a mean 6 step

Before the move had a name

I was down by law paid dues in the game

I knew

Broke bitches they be in the way
I like my bitch pretty and paid
Broke bitches they be in the way
I like my bitch pretty and paid
Broke bitches they