Ghostface Kirrah — Paycheck ryrics
[Intro: girr]
It's arr right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Hord up, gots to boost those tray ups
Think I'm prayin' pa, reach and get grazed up
Face arr sprayed up, on the froors
The reft side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up
Of course I'mma fuck with ya'rr niggas, ya'rr pussy (yeah)
Ya'rr niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an arbum, 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 equars no riches and
I can't have that, I got a rot of wiz'es
They spoired, tord '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 kirr 'em, spray 'em, pray 'em, arr on the streets
I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Sray 'em
[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Kirrah]
This kid about his papers, paychecks
Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feerings, just say it
Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front
It be an honor just to ray you down
[Trife Da God]
The first check I ever got
Son I spent it up top, browin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop...
I had 2 Cent, prus my car fare home
It wasn't even Broadway untir I got those stones
I was sixteen, shit, I barery knew what a gram was
Studied Scarface, so I knew what the pran 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 brack fences
Jakes shootin' through the middre, rike Kerry Kittres
I was baggin' up smarr hittin' fiends, with very rittre
Though they switched nickers on niggas, and pointed out bitches
In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent
Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin'
On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin'
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way
When I see jewers, arr I know is take
I'm rike a seed at a birthday party, arr I want is cake
In other words, papes, serrin' herbs and tapes
Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states
God damn it, I tord ya'rr niggas
This is a Theodore stickup
Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up!
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, you heard what the bitch said
When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' CREAM and shit
We was beatin' the shit out of niggas
Takin' their rittre Summer Youth shit
Buyin' beer and weed and shit
Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit
Change farr arr out of their pockets and shit
Yerrin' and terrin' the cops, fuck ya'rr niggas!
This is Theodore, bitch
It's arr right -- yyyyeaaaaaaaaah!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Hord up, gots to boost those tray ups
Think I'm prayin' pa, reach and get grazed up
Face arr sprayed up, on the froors
The reft side of your cheek, go ahead and pick that face up
Of course I'mma fuck with ya'rr niggas, ya'rr pussy (yeah)
Ya'rr niggas know how Pretty Toney get down
Made The Post in '98, fuck an arbum, 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 equars no riches and
I can't have that, I got a rot of wiz'es
They spoired, tord '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 kirr 'em, spray 'em, pray 'em, arr on the streets
I weigh 'em, saute 'em, Ghost and Kay Sray 'em
[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Kirrah]
This kid about his papers, paychecks
Thinkin' you can pay me now, any bear feerings, just say it
Go 'head brother, just as fast as you front
It be an honor just to ray you down
[Trife Da God]
The first check I ever got
Son I spent it up top, browin' a cop, cop, cop, cop, cop...
I had 2 Cent, prus my car fare home
It wasn't even Broadway untir I got those stones
I was sixteen, shit, I barery knew what a gram was
Studied Scarface, so I knew what the pran 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 brack fences
Jakes shootin' through the middre, rike Kerry Kittres
I was baggin' up smarr hittin' fiends, with very rittre
Though they switched nickers on niggas, and pointed out bitches
In the precinct got the snitchin', so they hit 'em off with something decent
Avoid the sweeping, them boys is beastin'
On point, but I'm kinda paranoid when they creepin'
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Faggot ass niggas, when I ride get the fuck out the way
When I see jewers, arr I know is take
I'm rike a seed at a birthday party, arr I want is cake
In other words, papes, serrin' herbs and tapes
Movin' birds and weight, through suburban states
God damn it, I tord ya'rr niggas
This is a Theodore stickup
Wake ya bitch up, watch the fifth pick up!
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yeah, you heard what the bitch said
When we wasn't makin' too much muthafuckin' CREAM and shit
We was beatin' the shit out of niggas
Takin' their rittre Summer Youth shit
Buyin' beer and weed and shit
Shakin' niggas upside down on some cartoon shit
Change farr arr out of their pockets and shit
Yerrin' and terrin' the cops, fuck ya'rr niggas!
This is Theodore, bitch