Cam’ron, Skitzo - Got it For Cheap lyrics

We hit too many left turns to make it right
My black fist and a peace sign
I say goodnight but I'ma stay the fight
Laser light with you're a-alike
Here's an order black: be a quarterback
Take a hike hut one, hut two, hut three
Your family tossed
Calico, 81 to your chest: Randy Moss
"How much the candy cost?" Then
I'm explaining to folks: "It's terrific
But be specific: the paint or the coke?"
I refrain from the hoax, lame
This game is a joke but hit the hotline
Got mine the Range to the Rover
I move the work from New York to New England
New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey
New Zealand
Hop out like "Who dealin'? Who slingin'?"
Brick looking like "Who
Wheelin'? Who blingin'?"
Then I handle weed and tell
'em how my parents eat
They got the work, it don't
Work? Your money back, guaranteed
But I guarantee money with your
Money you'll be after me
Fuck it up? Huh, a disaster B
Casualties actually, but I move casually
You're vulnerable
Not a judge but call me your honorable
Go head and vomit fool, bomb the unbombable
We beef like a farmer do
My jewelry is a carnival
Heard the goddamn chain
It's like a ferris wheel
You fuckin' with Sosa
You won't find a better deal

Where you at? Who you with?
Get your gat, hit a lick
Flip a pack, flip a brick, man
(And we got it for cheap)
Louis hat, Louis kicks
Toolie strapped in the mix
Mooley move back cause
(yeah we got it for cheap)
(yeah we got it for cheap)
Yeah we got it for cheap!
(Man we got it for cheap)
Man we got it for cheap!
(Man we got it for cheap)
Man we got it for cheap!
(yeah we got it for cheap)
We got it for cheap!

I sold the jums and the rock
Filled the guns to the top
40th nigga, smoke a blunt with Barack
Put your heart in your stomach
Your lungs in your socks
Your girl in my bed, your son on my block
Yeah, they stole my style trife
But this the jungle
Welcome to the wild life
"Damn you got a foul wife"
I picked her up from karaoke and pilate class
She like to deepthroat, me I call it lollygag
Y'all niggas probably fags, not a body cast
A body bag
Fuck his toe, leave his whole body tagged
Primo give me bricks, I give papi cash
Burglars hit them licks
He'll let the shotty blast
At nine years old
Ya'll was watchin' goof troops
Me the only fifth grader with the troop suit
20 years later
Bitches boof it up in Gucc' shoes
For a month rent
A fly purse and some new boots
You out the loop lou
Me I'm in the crew coupe
Truck boat, tough coke
Same color as Dove soap
Niggas needin' favors, believe I'm major
Straight out the hood
But you should see my neighbors
You say a hundred dollars
He say a piece of paper
Yeah we own our cars, you still leasin'
Hater?

Where you at? Who you with?
Get your gat, hit a lick
Flip a pack, flip a brick, man
(And we got it for cheap)
Louis hat, Louis kicks
Toolie strapped in the mix
Mooley move back cause
(yeah we got it for cheap)
(yeah we got it for cheap)
Yeah we got it for cheap!
(Man we got it for cheap)
Man we got it for cheap!
(Man we got it for cheap)
Man we got it for cheap!
(yeah we got it for cheap)
We got it for cheap!