D-Prosper - Paychecks lyrics

[Intro: girl] It's all right ----- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah! [Ghostface k**ah] Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups Think I'm playin' pa, reach and get glazed up Face all sprayed up, on the floors The left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up Of course I'mma f** with ya'll n***as, ya'll p**y (yeah) Ya'll n***as know how Pretty Toney get down Made The Post in '98, f** an album, when I need CREAM It's on, n***a, f*ggots, better check out their accountants When I hung around broke n***as, and broke b**hes You know what that means, it equals no riches and I can't have that, I got a lot of wiz'es They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers Whatever they see, is none of they business I do what I do, to get that spinach Whether it's k** 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the streets I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface k**ah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front It be an honor just to lay you down [Trife Da God] The first check I ever got Son I spent it up top, blowin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop... I had 2 Cent, plus my car fare home It wasn't even Broadway until I got those stones I was sixteen, sh**, I barely knew what a gram was Studied Scarface, so I knew what the plan was To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends Around the same time my n***a Buck converged with Beans Two way team, posted up on the benches Wit a magnet for a stash, that I kept hid under the black fences Jakes shootin' through the middle, like Kerry Kittles I was baggin' up small hittin' fiends, with very little Though they switched nickels on n***as, and pointed out b**hes In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin' On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin' [Ghostface k**ah] f*ggot a** n***as, when I ride get the f** out the way When I see j**els, all I know is take I'm like a seed at a birthday party, all I want is cake In other words, papes, sellin' herbs and tapes Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states God damn it, I told ya'll n***as This is a Theodore stickup Wake ya b**h up, watch the fifth pick up! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, you heard what the b**h said When we wasn't makin' too much muthaf**in' CREAM and sh** We was beatin' the sh** out of n***as Takin' their little Summer Youth sh** Buyin' beer and weed and sh** Shakin' n***as upside down on some cartoon sh** Change fall all out of their pockets and sh** Yellin' and tellin' the cops, f** ya'll n***as! This is Theodore, b**h