We Got It for Cheap (Intro)

Aiyy, papa, Re-Up Gang records

*We got it for cheap*

(Verse 1)
Fear 'im as soon as you hear 'im,
Upon my arrival the dope dealers cheer 'im
Just like a revival, the verse to the serum
For life in the fast lane, I German engineer 'em
No serum can cure all the pain I've endured
From crack to rap to back to sellin' it pure
For every record I potentially sell in the store
It's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin' it raw
So many deceive ya
I'm more in touch with the keys,
Move over Alicia
I force feed you the metric scale
Raps like child's play - my show and tell
Within each verse you see the truth's unveiled
They manufacture truth as they lie to themselves
Puppets on a string like a yo-yo, bouncin like a pogo
They're prayin' I never go solo

Do it!
I fuck with the real niggas, daddy
Fuck these bitch ass niggas
Lo tiene temblando tu...
They just wanna be you, loco
Fucking invidiosos
Bunch of Palomos

(Verse 2)
The wool's removed and now I see
My leg was pulled, the joke's on me
So heart breakin' like lovin a whore
Might hurt you once but never no more
Like tryin to fly but they're clippin' 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 bein' said, bird crumbs'll never do
Even on my last not a penny in the bank
I'ma stand on my own so thanks but no thanks
Keep the pranks as I bid farewell
I gotta answer to Marcus and Janell
And to little brother Terrence who I love, dearly so
If ever I had millions, never would you push blow
Never

(Pusha)
I'm the best since he died and he lied
The spirit of competition, one verse can start jihad
CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive
Pullin the covers back, I expose what you disguise
My presence is felt, the pressure is on
A 4-11 Cuban helped us weather the storm
Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm
Through all the adversity, the fury was born

(Malice)
Niggas don't get the picture, it's written in scripture
Even ask your Mama - she'll tell you 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'ma view it as spilled milk
Grandma look at me, I'm turnin' the other cheek
It's the R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G