I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
I get paid, you get slayed
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I get paid, you get slayed
We in this mothafucka for real
I get paid, you get slayed
Yall know what time it is
I get paid, you get slayed
Everybody hit the motherfucking floor
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
I got gats, best to back up off me
Get that ass open like a body part melting
I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin snake
I rock techniques , yall freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
When I get ill, my skills simply amazing
A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
Sinking deep up in your bed, then yall bring all 2 of them
Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in
And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know?
Them niggas from the ghetto, no, we dont be bullshitting
1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped
Cause Im strapped, ready to catch a body
Biggie got the burner, TROO-KULA got the shotty
Niggas wanna step into my cycle
And I roll on the trifling, flow like
Living, backstabbing, crabbing
You dirty rat, Im not trying to hear that
Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at
Let me get that, man, Im with that
Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that
The night tripper, script flipper
Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
Nobodys ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
Look mom, Im blowing up
Your little son is doing stickups
Yo, yo, fuck that, Im here to bust up out a crack track
In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
Think Im a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax?
Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks
And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thumps done
Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky
Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky
Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs
Gunshots around the mad blocks
So dont try to check the dick
Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution
Chris the capital L to the freak the L
So open the hatch and let the juice spill
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
Here yee, have you heard of me, 93
Take a look-sie, you dont even know me
Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California
See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that
Fuck that, having that
Im on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black
Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick
Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
I may burn your priest yo
My nigga West is kinda Schizo, Im psycho 
Leave us alone, we can hold our own
Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
I be wettin niggas mortuaries up, they wouldnt know it
Wheres the funeral, burial? Im coming strapped
Its that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
Im the gat toter , body bloater 
Hudson River , nigga shipper
Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost
But I got stacks thatll attack any wack host
Introducing- yo, fuck that niggas name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore
Thats why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs Im burn, Im burning hot
Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just wont know
Im homicidal when you enter the target
Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
Thats why I take em out quick
The mics done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick
If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot because youre—knock, knock, knock, whos there?
Another motherfucking heart rock
Slacking on your macking cause raws what you lack
Dont wanna react, but just bring it on back
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
I get paid, you get slayed
Let me begin, the .357s to your abdomen
Shh, listen, Biggies on a mission
Im startin to drool, give me the jewels
You know the rules, nigga
Throw ya face down in the river
Cement shoes, I do bruise
Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
Two all-beef patties, special sauce, whos the boss?
I got the gun and make you Jump like Kriss Kross
And when I squeeze, nigga please