We Got It For Cheap (Intro) - Main Version - Explicit Lyrics
| Song | We Got It For Cheap (Intro) - Main Version - Explicit |
| Artist | Clipse |
| Album | Hell Hath No Fury |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Thornton, Thornton, Williams | |
| Aiyy, papa, Re-Up Gang records | |
| *we got it for cheap* | |
| (Verse 1) | |
| Fear 'im as soon as you hear 'im, | |
| Upon my arrival the dope dealers cheer 'im | |
| Just like a revival, the verse to the serum | |
| For life in the fast lane, I 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 more in touch with the keys, | |
| Move over Alicia | |
| I force feed you the metric scale | |
| Raps like child's play - my show and tell | |
| Within each verse you see the truth's unveiled | |
| They manufacture truth as they lie to themselves | |
| Puppets on a string like a yo-yo, bouncin like a pogo | |
| They're prayin' I never go solo | |
| Do it! | |
| I **** with the real niggas, daddy | |
| **** these bitch ass niggas | |
| Lo tiene temblando tu.... | |
| They just wanna be you, loco | |
| ****ing envidiosos | |
| Bunch of Palomos | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| The wool's removed and now I see | |
| My leg was pulled, the joke's on me | |
| So heart breakin' like lovin a whore | |
| Might hurt you once but never no more | |
| Like tryin to fly but they're 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 Janell | |
| And to little brother Terrence who I love, dearly so | |
| If ever I had millions, never would you push blow | |
| Never | |
| (Pusha) | |
| I'm the best since he died and he lied | |
| The spirit of competition, one verse can 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 4-11 Cuban helped us weather the storm | |
| Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm | |
| Through all the adversity, the fury was born | |
| (Malice) | |
| Niggas don't get the picture, it's written in scripture | |
| Even ask your Mama - she'll tell you 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 niggas just too high on they stilts | |
| But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilled milk | |
| Grandma look at me, I'm turnin' the other cheek | |
| It's the R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G |
| zuo qu : Thornton, Thornton, Williams | |
| Aiyy, papa, ReUp Gang records | |
| we got it for cheap | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Fear ' im as soon as you hear ' im, | |
| Upon my arrival the dope dealers cheer ' im | |
| Just like a revival, the verse to the serum | |
| For life in the fast lane, I 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 more in touch with the keys, | |
| Move over Alicia | |
| I force feed you the metric scale | |
| Raps like child' s play my show and tell | |
| Within each verse you see the truth' s unveiled | |
| They manufacture truth as they lie to themselves | |
| Puppets on a string like a yoyo, bouncin like a pogo | |
| They' re prayin' I never go solo | |
| Do it! | |
| I with the real niggas, daddy | |
| these bitch ass niggas | |
| Lo tiene temblando tu.... | |
| They just wanna be you, loco | |
| ing envidiosos | |
| Bunch of Palomos | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The wool' s removed and now I see | |
| My leg was pulled, the joke' s on me | |
| So heart breakin' like lovin a whore | |
| Might hurt you once but never no more | |
| Like tryin to fly but they' re 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 Janell | |
| And to little brother Terrence who I love, dearly so | |
| If ever I had millions, never would you push blow | |
| Never | |
| Pusha | |
| I' m the best since he died and he lied | |
| The spirit of competition, one verse can 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 411 Cuban helped us weather the storm | |
| Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm | |
| Through all the adversity, the fury was born | |
| Malice | |
| Niggas don' t get the picture, it' s written in scripture | |
| Even ask your Mama she' ll tell you 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 niggas just too high on they stilts | |
| But this one' s on me, I' ma view it as spilled milk | |
| Grandma look at me, I' m turnin' the other cheek | |
| It' s the REUPGANG |
| zuò qǔ : Thornton, Thornton, Williams | |
| Aiyy, papa, ReUp Gang records | |
| we got it for cheap | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Fear ' im as soon as you hear ' im, | |
| Upon my arrival the dope dealers cheer ' im | |
| Just like a revival, the verse to the serum | |
| For life in the fast lane, I 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 more in touch with the keys, | |
| Move over Alicia | |
| I force feed you the metric scale | |
| Raps like child' s play my show and tell | |
| Within each verse you see the truth' s unveiled | |
| They manufacture truth as they lie to themselves | |
| Puppets on a string like a yoyo, bouncin like a pogo | |
| They' re prayin' I never go solo | |
| Do it! | |
| I with the real niggas, daddy | |
| these bitch ass niggas | |
| Lo tiene temblando tu.... | |
| They just wanna be you, loco | |
| ing envidiosos | |
| Bunch of Palomos | |
| Verse 2 | |
| The wool' s removed and now I see | |
| My leg was pulled, the joke' s on me | |
| So heart breakin' like lovin a whore | |
| Might hurt you once but never no more | |
| Like tryin to fly but they' re 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 Janell | |
| And to little brother Terrence who I love, dearly so | |
| If ever I had millions, never would you push blow | |
| Never | |
| Pusha | |
| I' m the best since he died and he lied | |
| The spirit of competition, one verse can 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 411 Cuban helped us weather the storm | |
| Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm | |
| Through all the adversity, the fury was born | |
| Malice | |
| Niggas don' t get the picture, it' s written in scripture | |
| Even ask your Mama she' ll tell you 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 niggas just too high on they stilts | |
| But this one' s on me, I' ma view it as spilled milk | |
| Grandma look at me, I' m turnin' the other cheek | |
| It' s the REUPGANG |
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