Erik B & Rakim - Paid In Full | Текст песни

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Thinkin' of a master plan,
Cuz ain't nuthin' but sweat inside my hand,
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent,
So I dig deeper but still comin' up with lint.

So I start my mission, leave my residence,
Thinkin' how could I get some dead presidents,
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid,
So I think of all the devious things I did.

I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin' funny,
Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin' move but the money,
But now I learned to earn 'cuz I'm righteous,
I feel great, so maybe I might just.

Search for a nine to five, if I strive,
Then maybe I'll stay alive,
So I walk up the street whistlin' this,
Feelin' out of place 'cuz, man, do I miss.

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of,
Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of,
Fish, which is my favorite dish,
But without no money it's still a wish.

'Cuz I don't like to dream about gettin' paid,
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made,
So now to test to see if I got pull,
Hit the studio, 'cuz I'm paid in full.

Rakim, check this out, yo,
You go to your girl house and I'll go to mine,
Cause my girl is definitely mad,
Cause it took us too long to do this album.

Yo, I hear what you're saying,
So let's just pump the music up,
And count our money.

Yo, well check this out, yo Eli,
Turn down the bass down,
And let the beat just keep on rockin'.

And we outta here.

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