We Got It For Cheap (Intro) (Explicit)

We Got It For Cheap (Intro) (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

Niggas 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 niggas built

And I don't know if ever they feel guilt

Or maybe niggas 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