Street Military - Gasta Get Paid lyrics

[Verse 1: Pharaoh] Nine o-clock in the morning and I'm just gettin up for school I'm supposed to been there at eight But damn another n***as rules, this hangover ain't no punk A n***a need somethin to make this pain shrink So I guess I'll roll me a square and dip it in a little bit of this ink And how much you wanna bet that Click em' juice makes my head lighter Works every time then a 40 or quart makes my morning brighter Then I'm about ready to thrown on my clothes and wash my sleepy face While my body is still in bed and my mind is driftin off in space I get my a** up, get dressed and then lay it right back down And remain there smokin squares until lunchtime come around And when it finally do I head to school feelin raw Mind fried like a piece of bacon and buzzin like a chainsaw From gettin f**ed up all morning and the previous night By time I hit campus I don't even understand life I walk in the cafeteria, eyes blood shot red Hoes, n***as, teachers, principals sayin I look half-dead But I don't give a f**, who said I came here to learn Nothin but dice in my pocket, seems like I came here to earn Now I'm off to the bathroom, to lick a young n***a a** quick Soon as I fall in that b**h, I'm dwellin nothing but six hoes and one pimp Seven in the f**in do', fall up bout 52 Scott, and four trey in a row And after I break they silly a** I catch out Popular big knot talkin sh** with my fists locked I gasta get paid [Chorus] All of my life me had to hustle for them ends Some of them settle for 9-to-5 Some of them usin a Mack-10 Wether it's a big robbery or wether me jack them for them keys Watch me unload the f**in clip and the victims fall to their knees [?] No need for screamin just give me them j**els and them cash Them police do not have a choice Because me n***as me licks dem back [?] Not one for struggle cause me let me weapons spray No mercy upon me brain cause me gotsta get paid!! Coooom! [Verse 2: Pharaoh] Checkin my pockets, I might as well stop it? cause those hoes dough flat Look at my freezer ain't nuthin but a stomach teaser And that's the main reason I'm grabbin An automatic from under the bed and oilin' it down Can't storm the town I gasta bomb her with some rounds Kickin in cribs were the crackers live a n***a will get paid But if they don't give it up then that's they luck, too tough, that n***a gettin sprayed Picture me holdin em at gunpoint Smokin on one joint Demandin for the rolex And if they don't give up that gold in time Keep on breakin they necks Pistol whip and strippin em naked Just in case they have a stash bu*t-f**in em with the barrel if I find some hidden cash Cause they got no business lyin' to me See I'm a grown a** man And if you call me a child then b**h I'm a juvenile with a gun in his hands Oh yeah I'm starvin but I charge it to the game till' I come up But when I'm fat I'll sit back like a dirty rat on my a** just grubin tuff Not to be cappin but it happens like that comin from number ace A sweet invasion on a caucasian, will make your pockets gain a little weight Gasta get paid [Chorus] All of my life me had to hustle for them ends Some of them settle for 9-to-5 Some of them usin a Mack-10 Wether it's a big robbery or wether me jack them for them keys Watch me unload the f**in clip and the victims fall to their knees [?] No need for screamin just give me them j**els and them cash Them police do not have a choice Because me n***as me licks dem back [?] Not one for struggle cause me let me weapons spray No mercy upon me brain cause me gotsta get paid