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We Got It For Cheap (Intro)

 

We Got It For Cheap (Intro)

(albüm: Hell Hath No Fury - 2006)


Fear him, as soon as you hear him
Upon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer him
Just like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'em
Through a life in the fast lane like German engineerum

No serum can cure all the pain I've endured
From crack to rap to back to selling it pure
For every record I potentially sell in the store
It's like Mecca to the dealer that's selling it raw

So many deceive ya
I'm on touch with the keys, move over Alicia
I force feed ya the metric scale
Rap's like child's play, my show and tell

Within each verse you see the truths unveil
They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves
Puppets on the string like a yoyo
Bouncing like a pogo, they praying I never go solo

Got it for cheap

The wall's removed and now I see
My leg was pulled, the joke's on me
So heartbreaking, like loving a whore
Might hurt ya once but never no more

It's like trying to fly but they clipping your wings
And that's exactly why the caged bird sings
Who can nickname it? The shame rings true
Seems to me, reparations are overdue

I done been to the top, I done sipped the juice
And with that being said, bird crumbs'll never do
Even on my last, not a penny in the bank
I'ma stand on my own, so, thanks but no thanks

Keep the pranks as I bid farewell
I gotta answer to Marcus and Jannel
And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so
If ever I had millions, never would you push blow, never

Got it for cheap

I'm the best since he died and he lied
The spirit of competition, one verse could start jihad
CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive
Pulling the covers back, I expose what you disguise

My presence is felt, the pressure is on
A four eleven Cuban helped us weather the storm
Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm
Through all the adversity, the fury was born

Niggaz don't get the picture, it's written in scripture
Even at your mama's, she'll tell you that blood's thicker
And I don't know how them other niggaz built
And I don't know if ever they feel guilt

Or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts
But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilt milk
Grandma look at me, I'm turning the other cheek
It's the R E U P G A N G

Got it for cheap

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