Prodeje (SCC) - Paid N Full lyrics

[HAVOC] Yeah In the year 1986 Havoc & Prodeje had a masterplan To put South Central on the map And stay strapped And peel your cap if you trip And make much snaps Like the song say Our main goal is to stay paid n full [PRODEJE] Thinking of a master plan Cause ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket all my money is spent so I dig deeper But still comin up with lint so I Start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up Ain't nuthin' funny stop smilin' Be still, don't nothing move but the money But now I learned to earn cause I'm righteous I feel straight so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistling this Feeling out of place cause man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Havoc, Prodeje and a nice big plate of - fish Which is my favorite dish But without my money it's still a wish Cause I don't like to dream about gettin' paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio cause I'm paid in full Chorus... Bustin rhymes in the S.C. streets now I'm paid in full Bustin rhymes in the S.C. streets now I'm paid in full Just ride For my homies on the east and the west side puttin' it down Just ride For my peoples on the north and the south side puttin' it down [PRODEJE] I gotta stack a end, kickin' with the G's 16 switches 64 on gold D's Havoc & the Prodeje figure we was ???? But truce never stop even though we still rollin S.C. streets, we ain't playa-hated The rest try to scramble, we'll never tolerate it Cause it's just two players out the cut to get funky And kick you in the a** like a donkey G's make the world go round, I'm talking 6 figure digits The stuff that makes the Big Willie ???? The illegitimate, mindless ????? I'm payin' all the ???? Rollin' through the hood in Armani The young John Gotti be parlaying, packin 44's Swervin' through yo' hood, smashin' those Bustas, who thought I had a minimum flow But on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm like a 9.0 Chorus...