Scarface - Gotta Get Paid lyrics

...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...

[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

[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"...