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We Got It For Cheap (Intro) (Main Version - Explicit) - Clipse
Written by：G. Thornton/T. Thornton/P. Williams
Producer：The Neptunes

Fear him as soon as you hear him
Upon my arrival the d**e dealers cheer him
Just like a revival the verse tends to steer 'em
Through life in the fast lane like German engineer 'em
No serum can cure all the pain I've endured
From crack to rap to back to selling it pure
For every record I potentially sell in the store
It's like Mecca to the dealer that's selling it raw

So many deceive ya
I'm more in touch with the keys move over Alicia
I force feed ya the metric scale
Rap's like child's play my show and tell
Within each verse you see the truth's unveiled
They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves
Puppets on the string like a yoyo
Bouncing like a pogo they praying I never go solo

We got it for cheap

The wool's removed and now I see
My leg was pulled the joke's on me

So heartbreaking like loving a whore
Might hurt ya once but never no more
It's like trying to fly but they clipping your wings
And that's exactly why the caged bird sings
Who can nickname it the shame rings true

Seems to me reparations are overdue
I done been to the top I done sipped the juice
And with that being said bird crumbs'll never do
Even on my last not a penny in the bank
I'mma stand on my own so thanks but no thanks
Keep the pranks as I bid farewell
I gotta answer to Marcus and Jennel
And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so
If ever I had millions never would you push blow never
We got it for cheap

I'm the best since he died and he lied
The spirit of competition one verse could start jihad
Cpr pusha the flow tends to revive
Pulling the covers back I expose what you disguise
My presence is felt the pressure is on
A four eleven Cuban helped us weather the storm
Pyrex and powder it was back to the norm
Through all the adversity the fury was born
*s don't get the picture it's written in scripture
Even ask your mama's she'll tell you that blood's thicker
And I don't know how them other *s built
And I don't know if ever they feel guilt
Or maybe *s just too high on they stilts
But this one's on me I'mma view it as spilt milk
Grandma look at me I'm turning the other cheek
It's the R-E-U-P G-A-N-G

We got it for cheap