Chuck D - Paid lyrics

(feat. Kendu, Melquan) [Verse 1: Kendu] I caught you peekin around the corner Tryin to see if we left yet We staked out your sh** last night Feeling the vibe for d**h To make you strangle on you blood fluid. You know it Sleep walking with the machete saying Them dogs made you do it, true it Mr. Machete telling you b**hes I'm ready Never nervous behind the barrel Trigger finger stay steady So buckle up It's the only way to survive the ride Down to the Y we havin a party inside I dedicated this to all you insects Who deep on buggin me Pushing my panic bu*ton, needin trauma Unit recovery My tracks be fat got them attracting like crack Even P.E. be screaming you bring that beat back Come one come all my sh** be smoking like echo sauna The underground went with digital Humpin around if you wanna go Toe to toe or p**y to dick Head chicken heads practice on carrot Sticks Or let you doo doo hole spread eww Y'all n******gs chill cause we went there too We change this sh** from the ruffside To the sh**hole crew And we're paid [Chorus x4] [B.I.G.:] (Goodness gracious) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Tha papers) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Get paid) [Verse 2: Melquan] Spinach flips my lips Sit on top of crystal bottle tips Sippin ready to flip do a hit On a rapper that a serpent Counterfeit criminal fakin jacks Luxury in his raps ain't facts If a camouflage large n***as Keep it on the low black No raps or Kodak just stacking cheese Freezers packed Murdered human bodies executed vicious Reputed business German lugers Lift spitting & twist just Flesh confronted nobody want it son I come correct Connect vocabulary that burry your rep, yep Son slaughter rip sh** On tracks that I eclipse with Flowin showing I'm wicked Lyrics murderin myths with No remorse a different flow continuous Blends with no resemblance Money & power till it's vengeance [Chorus x4] [B.I.G.:] (Goodness gracious) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Tha papers) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Get paid) [Verse 3: Chuck D] One of the seven they couldn't hang Stepped to the six The last brother alive Of the startin five-one of the ones But you look don't acknowledge The mix with a quickness s**ers fall and crumble To the sickness (sickness) Of not baggin themselves Not braggin helps Your lil a** go figure Why ya pants be saggin Stare at my audacity I ain't from the city (strong ile) No pitty no tears Cause I ain't from around here Freestyle what's the use Record companies get the money And give you juice, and end up cutting your a** loose (cut off) While you style for free They talk wild for a fee And getcha a** souped While you never ever recoup Catchin wreck wit no check They'll never give ya respect Ya blackself (my brother) Getcha self some real yelp (yeah) Accountant, sharp businessman Who'll sit down & show ya Instead a some rich b**h lawyer Who swear that he know ya-he don't Know ya as long as Other folk in rap Got it made f** freestyle I wanna stay paid (paid) [Chorus: x7] [B.I.G.:] (Goodness gracious) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Tha papers) Gettin' money [B.I.G.:] (Get paid)