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(feat. Outlawz) (Napolean:) Yeah, from the bottom For the depths, for the bottom We come from there, but we still here We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what Listen (Young Noble:) Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight But if you not family, keep talkina aiight? Will you get them Nikes? Oh you like them yeah? They looking good on me, you wanna cop a pair Though it takes some time, we still love everybody Them like my thug sisters, so I'm fuckina every mommy Everybody know my face, everybody know my name As I walk through I heard em sayina Noble do his thing I'm flowina through this game like I'm slidina on ice Brought these niggas insane like I'm slidina the dice Applyina the wife, but ain't nobody dyina tonight We fryina the rice, dinner on the steps tonight I bet your life I just might stretch your wife Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time It might sound short, then I'll stretch the rhyme Nothina but another day, know I ain't gonna lie (TQ:) I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfina on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people acause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittina when I see some paper (I'm gettina it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene It's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid? just wanna get paid (EDI Mean:) Man I wasn't born with it But I'm gonna get it Let it be known I'm on a mission From boss livina, no bullshittin' And I don't sit around niggas who don't want nothina And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethina I'm my own man, own plan, been that way Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day I never ever really trust the world again Age ten, feel frustration No patience when it all forego Fuck takina it slow I'd rather take it and blow I still roll daily Only stoppina for my babies I'm a hard luck nigga Keep your guard up nigga Large cut getta I gotta have my piece I'll chop it up with ya man But I gotta have my piece You cannot be mad at me I'm game tight on all sides Obstacles cannot damage my pride I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy Young struggler, livina for the love of us Outlaw (TQ:) I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfina on the corner each and every day (every day) For all the people acause I never find a better way Ain't gonna stop me from hittina when I see some paper (I'm gettina it nigga) Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway But in the scene it's like I still hear my feet the same Can we get paid? Just wanna get paid (Kastro:) I'm bluntina, so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious Ain't nothina but a day at the office I stand - alone so I cut my losses And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha) It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun Still I chase my paper, till I can't run And I was still just a kid till I had one If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn't have nothina It's two G's and I just can't quit yet Through all they mind so I just can't sit back I stand strong so you know I don't get checked The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that My younger days in the day tryna figure out A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount It ain't a mystery, it's elementary Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be (Napolean:) (?) Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets House lookina like shit, volts is climbina out the sockets But that's how it is in twenty - three a. m. Brick City, N - J Besides Cali, it's the home of the A - K I'm paid to roll, was raised to roll But at least in my heart, I've always felt alone I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to Close to the money acause it's close to my heart In my life, death ain't nothina but a walk in the park Hard times gettina sweeter now I guess Allah must have blessed us acause we eatina now Come on (Young Noble:) Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) We still missina tryina to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang) The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain) ((TQ:) Can I get paid) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang) Live yours, and you know I'm tryina to live mine (live mine) Get yours, acause I ain't tryina to give mine (give mine) Everybody comina out at the same time (same time) Nothina but another day, know I can't lie ((TQ:) Can I get paid) Reminiscing of the days we was broke man (broke man) Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna hang) ((TQ:) Can I get paid) Return to Tq lyrics |
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