Текст песни He Wanna Be Paid - Tech N9ne
(Intro)
Tech
N9ne
in
this
bitch
(Tech
N9ne,
Tech
N9ne)
Bout
to
make
em
dance
once
again
baby
(once
again
baby)
But
this
time,
I'ma
talk
about
one
of
my
friends
baby
(yeah)
yo
it's
been
long
overdue
baby
(that's
right)
Long
Overdue
(how
we
do
it)
But
you
asked
for
it
So
now
I
gotta
give
it
to
you,
(give
it
to
you)
Get
Paid
(Verse
1)
Let
me
tell
you
a
little
story
about
this
nigga
I
know
From
the
M
and
the
O
A
chemical
nigga
who
says
I
got
criminal
flows
I'ma
set
the
record
straight
for
a
second
Everybody
knows
this
nigga
is
hot-headed
And
due
for
a
mic
checkin.
You
drew
first
blood
in
'94
Trickin
with
my
baby
momma
You
know
the
one
you
called
a
ho
I'ma
let
you
know
That
if
you
take
it
back
to
the
past
When
I
was
squeezing
hella
ass
and
playin
hookie
You
can
ask
my
bro,
He
will
let
you
know
Back
then
I
shared
my
pussy.
You
was
using
music
as
a
form
of
pursuing
Pussy
sneakin
in
her
bed
and
beggin
for
a
screwin
Who
the
fuck
is
you
foolin?
I
can
still
make
her
make
you
put
yo
muthafuckin
mic
down
Straight
interrupt
yo
show
And
serve
yo
ass
in
her
nightgown
Right
now
Fuck
the
rappin,
we
can
fight
now
Tight
style,
Sell
for
miles
Change
the
name
Vell
to
Vall
Call
him
Dame
or
Gal
Cause
the
way
he
came
was
foul
Nigga
that's
bitch
shit
Tech
N9ne
you
dissed
it
But
they
missed
it
Told
me
that
you
sold
200,
000
with
pride
But
you
lied,
I
don't
mean
to
hurt
yo
feelings
inside
But
you
sold
5,
000
Nationwide
You
a
clown
man
You
niggaz
think
I
jokin,
go
check
the
SoundScan
All
I
wanna
know
is.
(Chorus)
Why
this
nigga
steadily
savin
his
flows
for
me?
(He
wanna
get
paid)
And
why
this
nigga
basin
his
whole
life
on
challenging
me?
(He
wanna
get
paid)
Fuckin
with
56
Villain
get
you
shot
up
Midwest
side
will
chase
em
down
with
a
choppa
Motherfucker
thinking
Teccanina
gonna
chop
up
Something
wrong
with
his
medullah
oblongota.
(Verse
2)
Yo
This
nigga
struggling
to
be
the
better
man
Why
fuck
around
with
a
tech
milla
meter
When
you
know
the
nigga
is
a
clever
brand
Naw,
I
ain't
never
ever
seen
the
niggaz
video
Cause
It
never
ran
And
you
got
the
audacity
to
say
Tech
N9ne
ain't
a
veteran?
Nigga,
I
wrote
my
first
rhyme
in
'85
right
'86,
'87,
'88,
name
me
Tech
N9ne
right
'89,
'90,
I
was
rippin
hella
shows,
don't
you
even
try
cat
'90
through
'99
equals
15
years
and
I
done
rapped
with
some
of
the
best
Motherfucker
can
you
buy
that?
We
recognize
you
wanna
be
the
best
rapper
in
Kansas
City
That's
small
time
That's
why
yo
shit
will
never
be
in
the
hands
of
many
My
shit
is
clean
and
packs
a
punch
pal
And
yeah
you
right,
yo
shit's
a
sloppy
hurl
and
drunk
style
This
nigga
is
failin
in
the
biz
Bets
step
behind
this
Don't
know
where
his
mind
is
That's
why
the
Nina's
bout
to
tell
it
like
it
is
Tech
Tech
N9ne
is
Kansas
City's
Finest
All
I
wanna
know
is.
(Chorus)
Why
this
nigga
steadily
savin
his
flows
for
me?
(He
wanna
get
paid)
And
why
this
nigga
basin
his
whole
life
on
challenging
me?
(He
wanna
get
paid)
Fuckin
with
56
Villain
get
you
shot
up
Midwest
side
will
chase
em
down
with
a
choppa
Motherfucker
thinking
Teccanina
gonna
chop
up
Something
wrong
with
his
medullah
oblongota.
Yo,
the
fact
is
we
both
ain't
makin
no
real
money
And
I'm
blastin
a
nigga
which
makes
the
situation
real
funny
I'm
beginning
to
see
real
deals,
real
scrill
and
real
honeys
And
you
don't
wanna
get
with
a
nigga
that's
sick
makes
you
a
real
dummy
He
said
I
worship
satan
and
he
worship
god
that's
why
we
can't
work
Nigga
that's
a
cop
out,
bout
to
make
yo
eyes
pop
out
when
I
whip
my
cock
out
And
say
I
seen
you
comin
out
of
Roc
house
This
is
the
third
round
knockout
When
you
die
and
all
ya
piss,
cum,
and
feces
drop
out
Tellin
motherfuckers
we
bit
(Let's
Get
Fucked
Up)
From
yo
just
locally
hit
(Bounce,
Bounce,
Bounce,
Bounce)
Knowin
the
shit
that
we
spit
(Make
bitches
wanna
fuck)
And
make
niggaz
get
on
they
grit
(And
yo
shit
don't)
We
officially
bumped
heads
at
the
Lou
Ou
Niggaz
are
through
now
Who
growled
at
the
Holy
Temple
Bandits
Crew
style
Niggaz
are
too
foul
Sole
and
Tech,
and
you
can
bet
you'll
never
see
em
wet
You
sound
like
Chuck
Rock,
with
a
little
bit
of
DMX
Now
I'ma
end
this
by
sayin
Regime
Life
and
56
Vil
Said
Tech
rappin
on
his
shit
payin
for
him
and
his
kids
meals
I
feel
bad
for
the
nigga,
so
I'ma
let
it
out
A
gift
from
me
to
you,
Ex-Cousin,
Retalliate
and
go
get
breaded
out...
(Chorus)
Why
this
nigga
steadily
savin
his
flows
for
me?
(He
wanna
get
paid)
And
why
this
nigga
basin
his
whole
life
on
challenging
me?
(He
wanna
get
paid)
Fuckin
with
56
Villain
get
you
shot
up
Midwest
Side
will
chase
him
down
with
a
choppa
Motherfucker
thinking
Teccanina
gonna
chop
up
Something
wrong
with
his
medullah
oblongota
Fuckin
with
56
Villain
get
you
shot
up
Midwest
side
will
chase
him
down
with
a
choppa
Motherfucker
thinking
Teccanina
gonna
chop
up
Something
wrong
with
his
medullah
oblongota
(Outro)
NIGGA
A
gift
from
me
to
you,
this
what
you
wanted,
retalliate
and
go
get
yo
bread
(blows
kiss)
![Tech N9ne - Celcius](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/h/s/i/w/GDgMGvWIsh.jpg)
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.