Got It for Cheap

Album: Crime Pays (2009)
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  • [VERSE 1]
    We hit too many left turns to make it right
    My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite
    But Ima stay the fight laser light with you're a.m. like
    Here's an order Black be the quarterback take a hike
    Hut one, hut two, hut three
    Your family ? calico eighty one to your chest
    Randy moss
    How much the candy cost?
    Then I'm explainin to folks
    Its terrific but be specific
    The ? the coke
    I refrain from the hoax
    Lame, This game is a joke
    But hit the hotline got mine then ranged to the rove
    I move the work from New York to New England
    New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey, New Zealand
    Hop out like who dealin'? who slingin?
    (Rick?) lookin' like who wheelin? Who blingin?
    Then I handle weed and tell em
    ??
    They got the work
    If it don't work
    Your money back, guaranteed.
    But I guarantee money with your money you'll be ??
    Fuck it up? A disaster be casualties actually
    But I move casually
    Not a judge but call me your honorable
    Go head and vomit fool, bar none bombable
    We beef like a farmer do
    My jewelry is a carnival
    Heard my goddamn chain, its like a ferris wheel
    You fuckin with sosa, you won't find a better deal

    [CHORUS]
    Willy wack, who you wit
    Get your gat, hit a lick
    Flip a pack, flip a brick, man
    Louie hat, louie kicks
    Till we strap in the mix
    Mooey move back doors
    And we got it for cheap!
    Yeah we got it for cheap!
    Yeah we got it for cheap!
    Man we got it for cheap!
    Man we got it for cheap!
    Man we got it for cheap
    We got it for cheap!
    We got it for cheap!

    [VERSE 2]
    I sold guns and the rock
    Filled the ? to the top
    40th nigga
    Smoke a blunt with Barack
    Put your heart in your stomach
    Your lungs in your socks
    Your girl in my bed
    Your son on my block
    Yeah, they stole my style
    But this the judgement
    Welcome to the wild life
    "Damn you got a foul wife"
    I picked her up from karaoke and pilate class
    She like to deepthroat, me I call it lolligag
    Y'all niggas call me fags
    Not a body cast, a body bag
    Fuckers I'll leave his whole body tagged
    Primo give me bricks
    I get poppy cash
    ?? licks
    He'll let the shotty blast
    At nine years old y'all was watchin ? troops
    Me the only fifth grader with the ?? suit
    Twenty years later, bitch is ?? gucc shoes
    For a months rent, a fly purse, and some new boots
    You out the loop lou
    Me I'm in the crew coupe
    Truck ?? same color as dove soap
    Niggas needin' favors
    Believe I'm major
    Straight out the hood
    But you should see my neighbors
    You say a hundred dollars
    He say a piece of paper
    Yeah we all own our cars
    You still leain' hater?

    [CHORUS Repeats 2X]
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