"He Wanna Be Paid" lyrics
Kansas City, nigga! Yes
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
'Bout to make 'em dance once again baby (Once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about my motherfuckin' 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
Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know
From the M and the O, a chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this nigga 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 hoe, 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 pussy, you was using music as a form of pursuin'
Pussy sneakin' in her bed and beggin' for a screwin', who the fuck is you foolin'?
I can still make her make you put yo' motherfuckin' mic down
Straight interrupt yo' show and serve yo' ass in her nightgown
Right now, fuck the rappin', we can fight now, tight style, sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall, you can call him Dame or Gal
'Cause the way you came was foul, nigga, that's bitch shit
Tech N9ne, you dissed it, but they missed it
Told me that you sold two hundred thousand with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo' feelings inside
But you sold five thousand Nationwide, you a clown man
You niggas think I'm bluffin', go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is
Why this nigga steady savin' his flows for me? (He wanna be paid)
And why this nigga basin' his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid)
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Yo, this nigga struggling to be the better man
Why fuck around with a tech milla meter when you know the nigga is a clever brand?
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggas video 'cause it never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
Nigga, 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 fifteen years and I done rapped with some of the best, motherfucker can you buy that?
We recognise you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time, that's why yo' shit will never be in the hands of many
My shit is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah, you right, yo' shit's a sloppy rum and drunk style
This nigga 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
Why this nigga steady savin' his flows for me? (He wanna be paid)
And why this nigga basin' his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid)
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Yo, the fact is we both ain't made no real money
And I'm blastin' a nigga 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 nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship Satan and he worship God that's why we can't work, nigga that's a cop out
'Bout to make yo' eyes pop out when I whip my cock out and say I seen you comin' out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's get fucked up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)
And make niggas get on their grit (And yo' shit don't)
We officially bumped heads at the luau, niggas are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style, niggas are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see 'em necks
You sound like Chubb Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin' Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said TEC rappin' on that niggas payin' for him and his kids meals
But I feel bad for the nigga, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retaliate and go get breaded out
Why this nigga steady savin' his flows for me? (He wanna be paid)
And why this nigga basin' his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid)
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Nigga!
A gift from me to you, ex-Cuz', this what you wanted baby, retaliate and go get yo' bread, from me to you
(Blows kiss)
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
'Bout to make 'em dance once again baby (Once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about my motherfuckin' 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
Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know
From the M and the O, a chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this nigga 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 hoe, 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 pussy, you was using music as a form of pursuin'
Pussy sneakin' in her bed and beggin' for a screwin', who the fuck is you foolin'?
I can still make her make you put yo' motherfuckin' mic down
Straight interrupt yo' show and serve yo' ass in her nightgown
Right now, fuck the rappin', we can fight now, tight style, sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall, you can call him Dame or Gal
'Cause the way you came was foul, nigga, that's bitch shit
Tech N9ne, you dissed it, but they missed it
Told me that you sold two hundred thousand with pride
But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo' feelings inside
But you sold five thousand Nationwide, you a clown man
You niggas think I'm bluffin', go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is
Why this nigga steady savin' his flows for me? (He wanna be paid)
And why this nigga basin' his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid)
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Yo, this nigga struggling to be the better man
Why fuck around with a tech milla meter when you know the nigga is a clever brand?
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggas video 'cause it never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
Nigga, 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 fifteen years and I done rapped with some of the best, motherfucker can you buy that?
We recognise you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time, that's why yo' shit will never be in the hands of many
My shit is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah, you right, yo' shit's a sloppy rum and drunk style
This nigga 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
Why this nigga steady savin' his flows for me? (He wanna be paid)
And why this nigga basin' his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid)
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Yo, the fact is we both ain't made no real money
And I'm blastin' a nigga 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 nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship Satan and he worship God that's why we can't work, nigga that's a cop out
'Bout to make yo' eyes pop out when I whip my cock out and say I seen you comin' out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's get fucked up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)
And make niggas get on their grit (And yo' shit don't)
We officially bumped heads at the luau, niggas are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style, niggas are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see 'em necks
You sound like Chubb Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin' Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said TEC rappin' on that niggas payin' for him and his kids meals
But I feel bad for the nigga, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retaliate and go get breaded out
Why this nigga steady savin' his flows for me? (He wanna be paid)
And why this nigga basin' his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna be paid)
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Fuckin' with 56 Villain get you shot-uh
Midwest side will chase 'em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stop-uh
Something wrong with his medulla oblongata
Nigga!
A gift from me to you, ex-Cuz', this what you wanted baby, retaliate and go get yo' bread, from me to you
(Blows kiss)
