He Wanna Be Paid lyrics

[Intro]
Tech N9ne in this b*tch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about my motha' f*ckin friend baby
(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
Get Paid

(Verse 1)
Let me tell you a little story about this n*gga I know
From the M and the O
A chemical n*gga who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this n*gga is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin
You drew first blood in '94
Trickin with my baby momma
You know the one you called a ho
I'ma let you know
That if you take it back to the past
When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
Back then I shared my pus*y
You was using music as a form of pursuing
pus*y sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the f*ck is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo muthaf*ckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo ass in her nightgown
Right now
f*ck the rappin, we can fight now
Tight style, Sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall
Call him Dame or Gal
Cause the way he came was foul
n*gga that's b*tch sh*t
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you sold 5,000 Nationwide
You a clown man
You n*ggas think I bluffin, go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is
[Chorus]
Why this n*gga steady savin his flows for me?
(He wanna be paid)
And why this n*gga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna be paid)
f*ckin with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherf*cker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota

(Verse 2)
Yo
This n*gga struggling to be the better man
Why f*ck around with a tech milla meter
When you know the n*gga is a clever brand
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the n*ggas video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
n*gga, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right
'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
'89, '90, I was rippin shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
Motherf*cker can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time
That's why yo sh*t will never be in the hands of many
My sh*t is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo sh*t's a sloppy rum and drunk style
This n*gga is failin in the biz
Bets step behind this
Don't know where his mind is
That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is
Tech Tech N9ne is
Kansas City's Finest
All I wanna know is
[Chorus]
Why this n*gga steady savin his flows for me?
(He wanna be paid)
And why this n*gga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna be paid)
f*ckin with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherf*cker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota

(Verse 3)
Yo, the fact is we both ain't made no real money
And I'm blastin a n*gga which makes the situation real funny
I'm beginning to see real deal, scrill and real honeys
And you don't wanna get with a n*gga that's sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work
n*gga that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my c*ck out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya p*ss, c*m, and feces drop out
Tellin motherf*ckers we bit (Best Get f*cked Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the sh*t that we spit (Make b*tches wanna f*ck)
And make n*ggas get on they grit (And yo sh*t don't)
We officially bumped heads at the luau
n*ggas are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
n*ggas are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that n*ggas payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the n*gga, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...
[Chorus]
Why this n*gga steady savin his flows for me?
(He wanna be paid)
And why this n*gga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna be paid)
f*ckin with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherf*cker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
f*ckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherf*cker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
(Outro)
n*ggA
A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(blows kiss)