Gotta Get Paid Lyrics - My Homies, Pt. 2 - Scarface

...Scarface ad libs... 

..."let me spit some game to ya"... 

[Verse 1] 

You gotta war on drugs 

well every other day a nigga dies 

you showed yours, now let me show you mine 

bring the six o'clock news 

and let me walk 'em in my shoes 

through what you call the inner city 

and what I call the blues 

I'm broke here, and I ain't wainting on a call 

from a resturaunt to bust tables 

when Petie's got a job 

making 35 a week and all he do is run the streets 

this nigga always caked up 

chromed out and draped up 

constantly telling me we need to get this paper 

I'm getting skinny and it's he who get my weight up 

straight up 

and plus I'm tired of missing meals 

so I paid the man a visit... 

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[Petie] "What's the goddamn deal? 

It's good to see you dog 

I thought you might've choked up 

respect and money, well I can get you both of 'em" 

[Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it down 

when he was finished he handed a nigga nine 

a nine milimeter, nine zips 

said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip 

I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone 

I done seen it fuck the hood up 

plus all my niggaz gone 

and they ain't never coming out 

so with that in consideration 

I took the package and bounced 

I'm headed home, dazing out in a zone 

eyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on 

get to the house, spread it all on the couch 

getting this bank what it's about 

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[Hook] 

That's how a nigga made 

they got a nigga paid 

I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave 

Get money everyday 

it ain't no other way 

that's how it is until they put me in a grave 

[Verse 2] 

I'm in the living room looking at the news 

got a razor and some zipper baggies 

about to do the fool 

cutting hundred dollar slabs 

wholesaling niggaz halves 

getting money like a muthafucka 

serivng niggaz bags 

got the blocks all blowed up 

the whole hood smoking 

got a pistol I ain't shot yet 

so dude's wide open for it 

I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it, but I will 

'cause I was taught you got to get it 

so I get it how I live 

Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't working 

so I'm forced to win the bread for the household 

'cause dad was no support 

often in and out of court, caught a case out of town 

got a body on his conscience, but nobody made a sound 

he was going through the motions 

he gonna probably beat the case 

still I get down on my knees 

and beg the Lord to let him raise 

get up and get my workers out 

supply 'em with the goods 

give instructions to the goons 

to come up out the hood 

I ain't gotta pay the fronters 

so I'm finally finna raise 

'cause the bottom line is this homie 

you gotta get paid 

[Hook] 

That's how a nigga made 

they got a nigga paid 

I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave 

Get money everyday 

it ain't no other way 

that's how it is until they put me in a grave 

I never learned a trade 

I fuck with chess and spades 

the only other game a nigga learned to play was 

working hopping yay 

'cause kissing ass was gay 

I'm on my business, I want money like I'm jade 

[Verse 3] 

I'm the nigga in the hood 

these little homies wanna be like 

I got when shit was good 

but now-a-days off in this street life 

these niggaz switch it on you 

quick to put you in the crosses 

now he standing in your crib 

and got a pistol in your mouth 

that's your muthafuckin' boy 

he popped you and popped your broad 

now he headed to the closet 

and he about to take it all 

so watch your muthafuckin' friends 

'cause them the ones that sell you out 

ain't no future in being loyal 

when niggaz see you want the top 

jealous hearted muthafuckas 

always quick to say you hating 

I don't want another homie dog 

he swallowed that and chased it 

you can make it like I made it 

I think it's best you do it dolo (solo) 

that way niggaz can't say shit about you 

when talking to the po-po 

oh yo, you know that dude that fronted me my come up 

I caught him coming out the neighborhood 

and had him done up 

that's why I'm skeptic 

when it comes to different faces 

'cause I know I got it coming 

but 'til then, I'll get my bank, shit 

[more ad libs] 

..."fuck you think this is?"... 

..."more food for thought"... 

..."that's how this shit go 

muthafucka been foolin' you, fuckin' with you 

all your muthafucking life 

and he the muthafucka talking to the people 

you know... get that nigga ass outta here"... 

..."I ride by my muthafucking self"... 

..."look for me"...