Clipse - We Got It For Cheap (intro) - Sözleri

Pusha T

Fear him, as soon as you hear him

Upon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer him

Just like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'em

Through a life in the fast lane, like German engineerum

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 on top with the ki's, move over Alicia

I force feed ya the metric scale

Rap's like child's play, my show and tell

Within each verse you see the truth's unveiled

They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves

Puppets on the string like a yoyo

Bouncin like a pogo, they prayin I never go solo



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Malice

The wall's removed and now I see

My leg was pulled, the joke's on me

So heartbreakin, like lovin a whore

Might hurt ya once, but never no more

It's like tryin to fly but they clippin your wings

And that's exactly why the caged bird sings

Who can nickname it, the shame rings true

Seems to me reperations 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 Jennel

And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so

If ever I had millions never would you sell blow, never



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Pusha T

I'm the best since he died, and he lied

The spirit of competition, one verse could 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 four eleven cuban helped us weather the storm

Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm

Through all the adversity the fury was born



Malice

Niggaz don't get the picture, it's written in scripture

Even at your mama's she'll tell you that blood's thicker

And I don't know how them other niggaz built

And I don't know if ever they feel guilt

Or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts

But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilt milk

Grandma look at me, I'm turnin the other cheek

It's the R-E-U-P G-A-N-G



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