Scarface - Gotta Get Paid lyrics

Scarface ad libs "let me spit some game to ya" [Verse 11] You gotta war on d** Well every other day a n***a dies You showed yours, now let me show you mine Bring the six o'clock news And let me walk 'em in my shoes Through what you call the inner city And what I call the blues I'm broke here, and I ain't wainting on a call From a resturaunt to bust tables When Petie's got a job Making 35 a week and all he do is run the streets This n***a always caked up Chromed out and draped up Constantly telling me we need to get this paper I'm getting skinny and it's he who get my weight up Straight up And plus I'm tired of missing meals So I paid the man a visit... [Petie] "What's the goddamn deal? It's good to see you dog I thought you might've choked up Respect and money, well I can get you both of 'em" [Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it down When he was finished he handed a n***a nine A nine milimeter, nine zips Said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone I done seen it f** the hood up Plus all my n***as gone And they ain't never coming out So with that in consideration I took the package and bounced I'm headed home, dazing out in a zone Eyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on Get to the house, spread it all on the couch Getting this bank what it's about [Hook] That's how a n***a made They got a n***a paid I'm a muthaf**in' jacker not a slave Get money everyday It ain't no other way That's how it is until they put me in a grave [Verse 2] I'm in the living room looking at the news Got a razor and some zipper baggies About to do the fool Cutting hundred dollar slabs Wholesaling n***as halves Getting money like a muthaf**a Serivng n***as bags Got the blocks all blowed up The whole hood smoking Got a pistol I ain't shot yet So dude's wide open for it I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it, but I will Cause I was taught you got to get it So I get it how I live Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't working So I'm forced to win the bread for the household Cause dad was no support Often in and out of court, caught a case out of town Got a body on his conscience, but nobody made a sound He was going through the motions He gonna probably beat the case Still I get down on my knees And beg the Lord to let him raise Get up and get my workers out Supply 'em with the goods Give instructions to the goons To come up out the hood I ain't gotta pay the fronters So I'm finally finna raise Cause the bottom line is this homie You gotta get paid [Hook] That's how a n***a made They got a n***a paid I'm a muthaf**in' jacker not a slave Get money everyday It ain't no other way That's how it is until they put me in a grave I never learned a trade I f** with chess and spades The only other game a n***a learned to play was Working hopping yay Cause kissing a** was gay I'm on my business, I want money like I'm jade [Verse 3] I'm the n***a in the hood These little homies wanna be like I got when sh** was good But now-a-days off in this street life These n***as switch it on you Quick to put you in the crosses Now he standing in your crib And got a pistol in your mouth That's your muthaf**in' boy He popped you and popped your broad Now he headed to the closet And he about to take it all So watch your muthaf**in' friends Cause them the ones that sell you out Ain't no future in being loyal When n***as see you want the top Jealous hearted muthaf**as Always quick to say you hating I don't want another homie dog He swallowed that and chased it You can make it like I made it I think it's best you do it dolo (solo) That way n***as can't say sh** about you When talking to the po-po Oh yo, you know that dude that fronted me my come up I caught him coming out the neighborhood And had him done up That's why I'm skeptic When it comes to different faces Cause I know I got it coming But 'til then, I'll get my bank, sh** [more ad libs] ..."f** you think this is?"... ..."more food for thought"... ..."that's how this sh** go Muthaf**a been foolin' you, f**in' with you All your muthaf**ing life And he the muthaf**a talking to the people You know...get that n***a a** outta here"... ..."I ride by my muthaf**ing self"... ..."look for me"...