gettin' paid

got my mind on this money

cause i gotta stay paid

running into fakers on my journey

everyday

just because

they see a nigga riding high

they think that i be slipping

and i don't know why

i got this money in my pocket

making moves everyday

laughing at these haters

waving money in they face

even though i know

they really wanna ride

i pay em no attention

and they don't know why

hit em up get em up

early in the morning

i'm smoking pine and writing rhymes

while niggaz still yawning

by noon i'm out the do'

twenty inches to the flo'

although bidness been slow

this mouthpiece fa sho

and i know that no hoe

can interfere with this cash flow

that ass we can bash

like grass begin to grow

zero once mo'

had to show up and po' up

unexpectedly blow up

then proceed to sew up

bitches throw up they sick

far gon on my dick

i was treated like shit

until i dropped my first hit

southside baby

won't you scream it if you mean it

i done been there done that

22 young i done seen it

got some plex go on bring it

rap star but i can sing it

twenty g's a show

with eight mo' i can swing it

moving ki's and g's

on down to c.d.'s and lp's

clocking nothing but thee's

doing this thang with ease i'm getting paid

this the space age playa

let's drift into places

where gangstas turn stars

on the regular basis

you don't work you don't eat

lesson one on the street

i'm the only man in my mama's eyes

i gotta be on feet

but my mystery is complete

in this life long miracle

i must confess i been blessed

just to be so lyrical

smoking blunts and pulling stunts

bitch i'm cold as a blizzard

i get in to fit in

then blend in like a lizard

it's the wizard

steady waving my wand

be calm in the presence

of the hard headed don

switched up on haters

grabbed the sto's and theaters

put the steak on a plate

large estates with the acres

put the punks in the trunks

put the frauds with the fakers

got my grind on

shine on with my paper

how can you escape the

lyrical impact

that's coming through your chest

your head and your back

it's a fact that i stack

count mills to be exact

rap game hall of fame

nothing but awards and placks

so where the haters at

so i could squash the chit-chat

born and raised to break hats

and stay strapped with my gat

cream mats in the lac

chromey 4's be turning

money earning my concerning

plus the weed i'm burning

i'm confirming the commission

while you suckers get played

jam down it's for real

forever get paid we getting paid

it's so hard to get rich

but easy to be broke

and these toss up's and cross up's

mo' niggaz get smoked

i'm at the end of the road

transacts for do'

when there's a will there's a way

dear god i hope

my career don't slow

or fall to something negative

proposition and mission

is to be an executive

cool calm and collected

intellectually respected

the body to the rap game

i slowly dissect it

i select the category

lyricists

ain't no changing us

dangerous serious

i know ya curious

furious with your trigga

your army's busters ball

jam down is paid niggaz yeah we get paid