text: I get paid, you get slayed
  I get paid, you get slayed
  I get paid, you get slayed
  Uh
  I get paid, you get slayed
  We in this mothafucka for real
  I get paid, you get slayed
  Yall know what time it is
  I get paid, you get slayed
  Everybody hit the motherfucking floor
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
  I get paid, you get slayed
  I got gats, best to back up off me
  Get that ass open like a body part melting
  I make up and I break niggas, snakes stabbin snake
  I rock techniques , yall freak the funky fly shit, 3rd Eye shit
  When I get ill, my skills simply amazing
  A schizo, I flip like I forgot to take my pills
  Sinking deep up in your bed, then yall bring all 2 of them
  Sick motherfucker from the projects I grew up in
  And do incredible, unforgettable shit, you know?
  Them niggas from the ghetto, no, we dont be bullshitting
  1993, who can see me? Best to go ahead of me
  Troop, you know my pedigree, you better be strapped
  Cause Im strapped, ready to catch a body
  Biggie got the burner, TROO-KULA got the shotty
  Niggas wanna step into my cycle
  And I roll on the trifling, flow like
  Living, backstabbing, crabbing
  You dirty rat, Im not trying to hear that
  Pass the motherfucking gat, troop, here it at
  Let me get that, man, Im with that
  Wait, where my spliff at? You bitch, now let me hit that
  The night tripper, script flipper
  Pistol gripper, Jack the Ripper
  Nobodys ipper than the rep-wrecker Wesstar
  Look mom, Im blowing up
  Your little son is doing stickups
  Yo, yo, fuck that, Im here to bust up out a crack track
  In fact, mack, I keeps the ill rhymes on attack
  Think Im a type of anthrax, who needs ex-lax?
  Jacks, car-jacks, stick you for your Sugar Smacks
  And your baby piffs, giving you mind flips
  Misfits, lift the gun until the number one thumps done
  Grab, grab your dick and gets freaky
  Buckshot the boots if the bitch look sneaky
  Tugging on my dreadlocks, swallowing the bed bugs
  Gunshots around the mad blocks
  So dont try to check the dick
  Fuck around and maybe lose your resolution
  Chris the capital L to the freak the L
  So open the hatch and let the juice spill
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
  I get paid, you get slayed
  Here yee, have you heard of me, 93
  Take a look-sie, you dont even know me
  Well, I flip that shit like them racist niggas up in California
  See me, prolly counting, yo enough of that
  Fuck that, having that
  Im on a ill track, big raps, you want facts, black
  Is it time to get ill? Yo, I feel sicker than a junkie cold turkey
  Man, I need a bitch, how you wanna lick
  Hold me hostage, me in bondage, imagine
  I may burn your priest yo
  My nigga West is kinda Schizo, Im psycho 
  Leave us alone, we can hold our own
  Jimmy Crack Corn, word is bond
  I be wettin niggas mortuaries up, they wouldnt know it
  Wheres the funeral, burial? Im coming strapped
  Its that nigga wanted throwing that nigga on his back
  Im the gat toter , body bloater 
  Hudson River , nigga shipper
  Now niggas wanna get too close to the upmost
  But I got stacks thatll attack any wack host
  Introducing- yo, fuck that niggas name
  My hip hop drops on your head like rain
  And when it rains it pours, because my rhymes hardcore
  Thats why I give you more of the raw
  Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
  MCs Im burn, Im burning hot
  Oh ho ho ho ho, let me slow up with the flow
  Cause if I move too quick, hoe, ya just wont know
  Im homicidal when you enter the target
  Niggas get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit
  Thats why I take em out quick
  The mics done had it, you can suck my motherfucking dick
  If you wanna step to the motherfucking rep
  Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
  You got shot because youre—knock, knock, knock, whos there?
  Another motherfucking heart rock
  Slacking on your macking cause raws what you lack
  Dont wanna react, but just bring it on back
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, nigga
  Big up, big up, its a stickup, stickup
  I get paid, you get slayed
  Let me begin, the .357s to your abdomen
  Shh, listen, Biggies on a mission
  Im startin to drool, give me the jewels
  You know the rules, nigga
  Throw ya face down in the river
  Cement shoes, I do bruise
  Gunshots to the back from the Big MAC attack
  Two all-beef patties, special sauce, whos the boss?
  I got the gun and make you Jump like Kriss Kross
  And when I squeeze, nigga please