Stay Paid

[Verse 1: Don Trigga]
I feel the need to make my Glock explode
Chronic just makin' me think of some crazy shit
My mind is totally blowed
Though the junt starts blowin' through my brain
Trigga nigga bound to click
Weed rolled in swisher persuaded a
Nigga to do some dirty shit
Shit that's dirty enough for a
Nigga to take another nigga's life
No remorses, it's my choice
To arrive and creep a trick at night
Packin' artillery deep in my stash
Fuck up, and you'll get the mega blast
Show no love to the enemy, only down for plenty cash
Clicked up with some real niggas
Definitely down for gettin' rich
Gunsta, Gotti, Gangsta D, Shawty, hollerin' on inside my click
Stickin' tr'izz'icks up so quickly
Never ever hesitate to rob
Killin' and peelin' these busta's caps so swiftly
Mane, 'cause it's my job
From the start, I ain't have shit
Life had turned it's back on me
I got to the grim of the gangsta style
Started makin' greenery
Cash flow in my stash, fuck a job, nigga with a mask
Life's too short to play around
Mothafuckin' killer down to blast

[Verse 2: Primo]
[?] on the town, I takes a deep breath, then I wonder
How in the hell could this shit
That surrounds me ever take me under?
(Gotta think of a plan)
So I gets on my hustle, starts to click, and break these bustas
Pushin' all my hoes outside, and leave my mom's
But mom, I love ya
I'll meet the ends, don't worry, I'm a man about my b-i-z
And I'ma make it to the top, even if this sh'izz'it kills me
No money, just hope, and spit some lyrics that I wrote
I found a big brother who's sellin' no other
Just keep the shit thick and make dough, mothafucka
So now, I'm doin' what I got's to do to make my ends meet
I grips that Glock, and hits the block, and stang
'Cause this cheese just thrills me
No love in my blood, just some shit to make me click
I did and wiped away my tears
There's no more fear, 'cause I'm the great
And all ya player hatin' hoes actin' janky, get my duck sicked
And back up off this pimpin'
'Cause this pimpin' makin' cheese, bitch
Players stayin' paid, dapper boomin', makin' cheese, trick
All about our hog, makin' a killin', comin' clean, bitch
Ran Chevy with them gold things and vogues
Livin' large, pimpin' hoes
Countin' our bank, and constantly blowin' dope
Players stayin' paid, dapper boomin', makin' cheese, trick
All about our hog, makin' a killin', comin' clean, bitch
Ran Chevy with them gold things and vogues
Livin' large, pimpin' hoes
Countin' our bank, and constantly blowin' dope
Blowin' dope

[Verse 3: Lil Stick-Up]
I grew up in the projects with a group of thugs, slangin' dope
Boomin' rock for rock, the track was jumpin'
Late at night, we smoked
Chronic through the paper
No damn cheese for the swisher sweet
Surely as I huffed and puffed, this indo takin' over me
Meanin' that Stick-Up kid forever makin' stangs
Peepin' with the infrared, robbin' to get out, mane
I ain't number one for hangin' with a .44
Standin' on the dope track, sippin' on the 4-o
But the niggas know with that bombards
In my hands, when the mane was sellin' out o-pro
But next, I jump into the red Chevy thing with the woodgrain
80 pushin' hard, goin' 50, goin' 70
What you gonna do with the fire to compete
I be smokin' on weed
Trees is all we chief, I bet you can't fuck with this indo
Need ya, it will please ya, as I wrap it up in [?]
But still, ridin' '73 Chevy with the woodgrain
That's for that steering wheel, we love to pimp in
No pair of green box springs
So while you rattles ride dick, I'm gon' pack my .44
Stick-Up 'bout his hustle
Why don't ya'll quit that shit you talkin', ho

[Verse 4: Red Dogg]
Born into a Section 8, I knew I was ghetto bound
Make the most of what I have, meanin' niggas laid it down
On the daily basis, Heaven, help me to some guided light
Always keepin' my .44, ready for the po-pos
Creepin' all through the night
Lookin' for some better days, caught up in the dope game
But I don't believe in no Jesus, no Allah, see, cheese is my lord
I believe in them dollars
Holler, if you hear a nigga 'bout his lonely
I'm packin' that steel, I'm keepin' it real
'Cause bustas actin' too damn phony
Ain't no angels in my outfield, just some junkies on the block
I'ma do what I must to stay paid even if it's slangin' rocks

[Verse 5: Mr. Tinimaine]
Every day hustle, fuck you bustas
Gotta make it down since you
Mothafuckas wanna come and try
Mr. Tinimaine with the anna cannons
Bustin' at yo ass real fast, put yo hands in the sky
[?], tuck the shirt around my throat
Pocket full of rocks, to my nigga Mike up on the track
Bumpin' down Eldridge, there's that
Junky boomin', sellin' my crack
Quarter after 12, I'ma rob her
Niggas get car jacked, gotta drop it off, put 'em up
Family quick to the scene, pimpinology
Fulfilled in me, proceed, Tini
Electric seats recline, we hit the park
Big Tim, we scopin' tricks
Nipples showin', ass out the tennis skirt
Can you come here? no!
Fuck you, bitch!
All about my hog, nigga's gotta stay paid
Plenty bitches just droppin' off the cheese
Better watch yo bitch
Because she's turnin', tricks, if pimped by me
Now, it's seemin' straight, but it ain't right
Was missin' a solo tape
19-Tini-5, I gotta creep and sneak until I make it
But I'm too deep, robbin', gankin', stangin'
Is my favorite game, gotta get to cappin', it's my hobby
Sellin' dope up on my block, and it's how I get my ends
Sippin' on gin, fuck friends
Nigga's ask why I don't fuck with them
I can't fuck with people who don't fuck with me, that's true
This is how I stay paid
Ignited by the Tenn', I was slumped, me too