We Got It For Cheap (intro) Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

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 engineer em 

No serum can cure all the pain I've endured 

From crack to rap to back to sellin it pure 

For every record I potentially sell in the store 

It's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin it raw 

So many deceive ya 

I'm on top with the ki's, 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 truth's unveiled 

They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves 

Puppets on the string like a yoyo 

Bouncin like a pogo, they prayin 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 heartbreakin, like lovin a whore 

Might hurt ya once, but never no more 

It's like tryin to fly but they clippin 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 bein 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 Jennel 

And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so 

If ever I had millions never would you sell 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 

Pullin 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 

Niggas 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 niggas 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 turnin the other cheek 

It's the R-E-U-P G-A-N-G 

Got it for cheap