Paid In Full Chords by Eric B. & Rakim

This is a journey into sound.
[D] [G#m] .
[A] [G#] This [N] .
is a journey into sound.
A journey which along the way will bring to you new color, new dimension, new value.
[C#] .
When all is ready, [N] I throw this switch.
Pop up the volume, pop up the volume.
You [F#] make .
[G] .
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[C] me feel [N] so .
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Oh my gosh, the music [G#m] just turns me on.
[C#] [F#] Thinking of a master plan.
That's what the record says.
Thinking of a master [C#] plan.
That's what the record says.
[G#] Thinking of a master plan.
This ain't nothing but sweat [N] inside my hands.
So I dig it through my pocket, all my money spent.
So I dig deeper, still coming up with less.
So I [F#] start my mission, leave my residence.
Thinking [G#m] how I could I get to that present, then I need money.
I used to be a [N] stick up kid, so I think of all the devious things I did.
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I used to roll up, this is a hold up.
Ain't nothing funny, stop smiling.
Still don't nothing move but the money.
But now I learned to earn cause I'm righteous.
I feel great, so maybe I might just search for a nine to five.
If I strive, then maybe I'll stay alive.
So I walk up the street, whistling this.
Feeling out places, man do I miss.
A pen and a paper, a stereo and tape.
For me and Eric being a nice big plate of fish.
This is my favorite dish.
But without no money, it's still a wish.
Cause I don't like to dream about getting paid.
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made.
Don't have to pass to see if I got cool.
Hit the studio, cause I'm paid to.
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it.
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One, two, three, uh.
By George, even London grew.
[D] Pump up the volume, pump up the volume.
Wait a minute, you better talk to my mother.
Give me that.
[E] [Bm] .
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[N] .
[B] [N] Okay, talk to her.
Alright.
Yo, what happened to Pete?.
Yo, what happened to [B] Pete?.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
[G].
What?.
[N] .
Yeah, put the record, yeah, put the record.
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It's so fresh.
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Goodnight, cats.
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