The Game, Nipsey Hussle - Bills Is Paid lyrics
[The Game, Nipsey Hussle - Bills Is Paid lyrics]
Long awaited! Most anticipated
We back again; as we welcome you
To the Republic, of Cali-for-ni-a
My bills are paid
And everything's okay
It's like every day
Summertime in L.A
Yeah; I'm from Compton, home of the fiends
Home of the monsters, home of triple beams
...Home of the shattered fuckin dreams
Where most niggaz I grew up with ain't
Make it to see they teens
Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason
But niggaz too scared to dream
And they rippin pages out of
Them books 'bout Dr. King
You don't wanna know half the shit I seen
Where readin a magazine get you
Hit with a magazine
Niggaz ain't scared to murder cause
The jails too packed
Kill a nigga
He be out before the "R.I.P." tat
I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter
Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder
Then I seen Makaveli go at Shawn Carter
Then I seen that block
Where B.I.G. got slaughtered
Then I knew it was my callin
G the fuck up or die ballin
Lace them red Chucks up, but die fallin
Yo! Let's go
I'm risin in this game and it feels great
Still tryin to keep it real
Niggaz still fake
...I'm so impatient, but I still wait
Dropped "The Marathon" in November
Niggaz still late
...Still show love when I feel hate
On a scale of one to ten
Need a high heel eight
Or better
Blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates
Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends
Smoking California, eating Peruvian
Out on Miami Beach, my niggaz a few of them
Just like Beverly Hills
The bitches we usually wear
From wishin on a star, nigga took it far
And if I lost it all to war
I wouldn't trip at all
Look; it sound crazy when I say it
But the fear of fallin off is the
Only thing that could take it
We straight
I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter
I'ma rock this muh'fucker
For Trayvon Martin
I'ma rock this muh'fucker
For Trayvon's daughter
That he coulda had; where's his killer
At? The whole hood is mad
That ain't the first time
Won't be the last
See reflections of my past
While I guzzle through this glass
Make me want to run up
On you with the muzzle
"Where the cash?"
Retaliation is none
Niggaz can't afford the gas
Got a mansion in the Hills
Rottweilers by the gates
Red Ghosts in the driveway and
Ducks by the lake
Spending time with my daughter so
Them ducks gotta wait
Let a nigga call it a duck
He gon' eat a thirty-eight
I'm supposed to be this fuckin rich
I'm supposed to be this fuckin great
I'm a (Menace I I Society) , no Larenz Tate
But me and my niggaz straight and
We back again; as we welcome you
To the Republic, of Cali-for-ni-a
My bills are paid
And everything's okay
It's like every day
Summertime in L.A
Yeah; I'm from Compton, home of the fiends
Home of the monsters, home of triple beams
...Home of the shattered fuckin dreams
Where most niggaz I grew up with ain't
Make it to see they teens
Ain't no Freddy, ain't no Jason
But niggaz too scared to dream
And they rippin pages out of
Them books 'bout Dr. King
You don't wanna know half the shit I seen
Where readin a magazine get you
Hit with a magazine
Niggaz ain't scared to murder cause
The jails too packed
Kill a nigga
He be out before the "R.I.P." tat
I seen Raider snapbacks by Starter
Then I seen Dre make that Sox hat harder
Then I seen Makaveli go at Shawn Carter
Then I seen that block
Where B.I.G. got slaughtered
Then I knew it was my callin
G the fuck up or die ballin
Lace them red Chucks up, but die fallin
Yo! Let's go
I'm risin in this game and it feels great
Still tryin to keep it real
Niggaz still fake
...I'm so impatient, but I still wait
Dropped "The Marathon" in November
Niggaz still late
...Still show love when I feel hate
On a scale of one to ten
Need a high heel eight
Or better
Blowing this cheddar like I'm Bill Gates
Whatever, I'm in to win til this movie ends
Smoking California, eating Peruvian
Out on Miami Beach, my niggaz a few of them
Just like Beverly Hills
The bitches we usually wear
From wishin on a star, nigga took it far
And if I lost it all to war
I wouldn't trip at all
Look; it sound crazy when I say it
But the fear of fallin off is the
Only thing that could take it
We straight
I got my hoodie on, it's a Starter
I'ma rock this muh'fucker
For Trayvon Martin
I'ma rock this muh'fucker
For Trayvon's daughter
That he coulda had; where's his killer
At? The whole hood is mad
That ain't the first time
Won't be the last
See reflections of my past
While I guzzle through this glass
Make me want to run up
On you with the muzzle
"Where the cash?"
Retaliation is none
Niggaz can't afford the gas
Got a mansion in the Hills
Rottweilers by the gates
Red Ghosts in the driveway and
Ducks by the lake
Spending time with my daughter so
Them ducks gotta wait
Let a nigga call it a duck
He gon' eat a thirty-eight
I'm supposed to be this fuckin rich
I'm supposed to be this fuckin great
I'm a (Menace I I Society) , no Larenz Tate
But me and my niggaz straight and