Get Paid
[Intro:]
Tech N9ne in this b***h (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby
(Yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
Get Paid
[Verse:]
Let me tell you a little story about this ***a I know
From the M and the O
A chemical ***a who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this ***a is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You drew first blood in '94
Trickin with my baby momma
You know the one you called a ho
I'ma let you know
That if you take it back to the past
When I was squeezing hella a** and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
You was using music as a form of pursuing
P***y sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the f**k is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo a** in her nightgown
Right now
F**k the rappin, we can fight now
Tight style, Sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall
Call him Dame or Gal
Cause the way he came was foul
N***a that's b***h s**t
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200, 000 with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you sold 5, 000 Nationwide
You a clown man
You ni***z think I jokin, go check the Soundscan
All I wanna know is.
[Chorus:]
Why this ***a steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this ***a basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
M**********are thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
[Verse 2:]
Yo
This ***a struggling to be the better man
Why f**k around with a tech milla meter
When you know the ***a is a clever brand
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the ni***z video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
N***a, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right
'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
'89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
M**********are can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time
That's why yo s**t will never be in the hands of many
My s**t is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy hurl and drunk style
This ***a is failin in the biz
Bets step behind this
Don't know where his mind is
That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is
Tech Tech N9ne is
Kansas City's Finest
All I wanna know is.
[Chorus:]
Why this ***a steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this ***a basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
M**********are thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
And I'm blastin a ***a which makes the situation real funny
I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys
And you don't wanna get with a ***a that's sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work
N***a that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out
When I whip my c*** out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, c**, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get f****d Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the s**t that we spit (Make b*****s wanna fuck)
And make ni***z get on they grit (And yo s**t don't)
We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou
Ni***z are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
Ni***z are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of dmx
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on his s**t payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the ***a, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...
[Chorus:]
Why this ***a steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this ***a basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa
M**********are thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
M**********are thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
[Outro:]
N***a
A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(Blows kiss)