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DX - Time To Get Paid

DX – Time To Get Paid

Chorus:
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Verse 1:
I'm an atomic bomb, cause my flow is catastrophic
Watch it, ready to blast off like a rocket
Try and stop it, I'll tear your arm out its socket
I got deep pockets, cause I'm always gettin paid
And if im not gettin money, then Im probly gettin laid
Im the general, ready to invade, its a money crusade
Yawl afraid, cause I got 3 shotguns and 4 grenades
Its almost pay day, cant wait to recieve my salary
Call me a bread junkie, cause Im addicted to calories
Ask my bitch Mallory, how much I got in my safe
If gettin rich is a race, homie, Im in first place
On my paper chase, cause I want mad riches
So I can smoke mad blunts, and fuck mad bitches
If you get in my way, Im ready to dig ditches
Cause you aint gunna survive, when my trigger finger twitches
You snitches, you need to stop squealing
On the dope boys dealing and the broke niggas stealin
If rats we be smellin, we come loaded to your dwelling
Either you die or become deaf and blind like Hellen
Keller, my rhymes are so stellar
Make you wanna kill a nigga, hide em in ur basement cellar
Imagine, a flow so wicked
We all got blood, but mine's the thickest
The richest, out hustling till dawn
Raps a chess game, Im using you niggas as my pawns
I deliver my lines, close to perfection
Rap's a democracy, Ive just won the election
When it comes to drugs, i got the connections
A gangster, is what I see in my reflection
And yawl niggas need protection, cause we out for collection
Any rejection, will lead to an autopsy inspection
Ask the ladies im charismatic, keep my guns up in the attic
Desert Eagle, Ingram, and my semi-automatic
Never diplomatic, niggas know Im problematic
Throw you into the Hudson, make you become aquatic
theres gorey blood and graphic violence, so little kids should close they eyes
If murder has a soundtrack, it has violins and loud crys
Sharpshooter, pop u right in between your eyes
You'll die before even sayin ur last goodbyes
Catch you by surprise, ski mask is my disguise
This is my life, and parental descretion is advised
Tryna increase my supplies and build up my clientelle
Until im paid, i'll just keep on raising hell
Waiting for my explosion, that is bigger than the ocean
Call me hiroshima, I cause mad commotion
Gettin money, that is the notion
So my neck, my wrist, my ears can be frozen
Hopin, that this will one day this dream will become reality
I cause fatality, forever hustlin, that is my mentality

Chorus:
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Verse 2/Outro:
Armed robbery, 6 months, and 4 felonies
One of my own boys told, thats wat niggas be tellin me
Fuck off, is the message to all my enemies
It turns out it was Marcus, a good friend to me
Someone who pretend to be something different from his true identity
But I must remember G, I aint the only one out for the bills
Other ppl want to make it outtha hood and move to Beverly Hills
Cant worry about other niggas, i have control my own destiny
But im against all odds, and time is pressin me
So I keep my head up, stay focused on my ultimate goal
If hip hop is dead, than i'm it's immortal soul

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So save me your sorrys I'm raisin a Army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparkin da irons marchin to Zion
You know how Nas be NYC state of mind I'm in