Tech N9ne He Wanna Be Paid Lyrics

[Intro]
Tech N9ne in this b____ (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends 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____ I know
From the M and the O
A chemical n____ who says I got criminal flows
I'ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this n____ 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 a__ and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
Back then I shared my p____.
You was using music as a form of pursuing
p____ sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the f___ is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo m____fuckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo a__ in her nightgown
Right now
f___ 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____ that's b____ s___
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____z think I jokin, go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is.

(Verse 2)
Yo
This n____ struggling to be the better man
Why f___ around with a tech milla meter
When you know the n____ is a clever brand
Naw, I ain't never ever seen the n____z video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?
n____, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right
'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right
'89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat
'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
m_________er can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That's small time
That's why yo s___ will never be in the hands of many
My s___ is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo s___'s a sloppy hurl and drunk style
This n____ 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____ steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this n____ basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
f___in with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
m_________er thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
And I'm blastin a n____ which makes the situation real funny
I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys
And you don't wanna get with a n____ 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____ that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my c___ out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya p___, c__, and feces drop out
Tellin m_________ers we bit (Let's Get f___ed Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the s___ that we spit (Make b____es wanna f___)
And make n____z get on they grit (And yo s___ don't)
We officially b__ped heads at the Lou Ou
n____z are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
n____z 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 his s___ payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the n____, so I'ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...