Paycheck
(专辑: Hidden Darts (Special Edition) - 2007)
[Intro: girl] It's all right yyyyeaaaaaaaaah! [Ghostface Killah] Hold up, gots to boost those tray ups Think I'm playing pa, reach and get glazed up Face all sprayed up, on the
floors The
left side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up Of course I'mma fuck with ya'll niggas, ya'll pussy (yeah) Ya'll niggas know how Pretty Toney get down Made The
Post in '98, fuck an album, when I
need CREAM It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants When I
hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches You know what that means, it equals no riches and I
can't have that, I
got a
lot of wiz'es They spoiled, told 'em they don't have to move drizzers Whatever they see, is none of they business I
do what I
do, to get that spinach Whether it's kill 'em, spray 'em, play 'em, all on the
streets I
weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Slay 'em [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah] This kid about his papers, paychecks Thinking you can pay me now, any bear feelings, just say it Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front It be an honor just to lay you down [Trife Da God] The
first check I
ever got Son I
spent it up top, blowing a
cop, cop, cop, cop, cop... I
had 2
Cent, plus my car fare home It wasn't even Broadway until I
got those stones I
was sixteen, shit, I
barely knew what a
gram was Studied Scarface, so I
knew what the
plan was To get that CREAM, and serve them fiends Around the
same time my nigga Buck converged with Beans Two way team, posted up on the
benches Wit a
magnet for a
stash, that I
kept hid under the
black fences Jakes shooting through the
middle, like Kerry Kittles I
was bagging up small hitting fiends, with very little Though they switched nickels on niggas, and pointed out bitches In the
precinct got the
snitching, so they hit 'em off with something decent Avoid the
sweeping, them boys is beasting On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creeping [Ghostface Killah] Faggot ass niggas, when I
ride get the
fuck out the
way When I
see jewels, all I
know is take I'm like a
seed at a
birthday party, all I
want is cake In other words, papes, selling herbs and tapes Moving birds and weight, through suburban states God damn it, I
told ya'll niggas This is a
Theodore stickup Wake ya bitch up, watch the
fifth pick up! [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you heard what the
bitch said When we wasn't making too much muthafucking CREAM and shit We was beating the
shit out of niggas Taking their little Summer Youth shit Buying beer and weed and shit Shaking niggas upside down on some cartoon shit Change fall all out of their pockets and shit Yelling and telling the
cops, fuck ya'll niggas! This is Theodore, bitch