Esham "Pay (Featuring Bone Thugs)" |
(Esham) Growing up living in a panic zone Spitting wicked shit on the microphone Smoke that shit yo brains be blown You gone Nigga wrong Only out for the skrilla Thats my Fetty boss (?) 187 ain't nothing but spagetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs Here's one, your ass just lost All ya'll must pay Every dog has his day That's the reason they made the AK Who just made the 10 o'clock news? Blew that boy up out his shoes Old rules, left no clues Body found floating in a bloody pool Mass hysteria in America Game lock down like a pit bull terrier Bitch been a millionaire, still won't marry ya Slugs to you head Six people paulbear-y ya Colgate froze flows like cocaine Mental over dose explode yo brain Some might think that it's insane To take a gun cock back and aim (Chorus) You know you can't play me Baby gotta pay me (Layzie Bone) Number one mission Gotta get this cash And if a nigga fuck with that I'ma get in his ass I pull the trigger, squeeze, blast If you thinking you gonna last Seventeen to the spleen You a thing of the past When I really wanna smash I hit the stash spot Put the nine to ya mind And clean ya cash out If a nigga had to play me If he ever owe me A thug of all my business I'll do ya homie Drink the O-E I tote the Tech Nine I dont care what ya claim You gonna respect mine Mean time, in between time On the Esham Finna' put it down when it comes to the green now Look into my eye Tell me can ya really see? It's the truth when I rap Cause I bring mine Bring it like I bring it Cause nigga O-T Original Thugsta from the B-O-N-E C-Town to the D-Town It's a Midwest thing We let them hang to the greez-ound Smoking trees my the peez-ound Blowing big with my niggas Mothafucka wanna beat down But I'ma hit ya with the heat now Cause when I creep now Deep down, nigga wanna let it go But when it comes to the fetty yo A rich mothafucka turn straight into a wetty ho (Krayzie Bone) All the way from the C-Town To the mothafucking D-Town We down to get it cracking Robbing them with rapping, attacking Whatever make us happy A nigga only happy if he got some cash But if I'm broke as fuck then, I'm mad Ready to put a gun to some unlucky, mothafuckas ass Then I'm taking for the stash Break them Leave that nigga there looking sad But if he trying jump bad I'ma fade him The nigga gave me no ultimatum I don't play that shit I made the money nigga Pay me! I ain't got all day I got a couple mothafuckas to break I want skrilla, for rilla Killa, dollar bill-a This trigger is not ya friend And it's got no heart So don't be thinking I won't stop yours Give me everything ya got boy You and I Caught in the midst of.. Original Wig splita killa criminals Better watch out boy ya might die! DIE!! (echoes) (Esham) You know you cant play me Baby gatta pay me (Wish Bone) We coming show no love Cause I gotta get mine Even if I must bust Say again, I been good But I'm still in the streets with heat Cause a nigga gotta eat It's a Bone Thing what!! Cause I love some money Funky, filthy, dirty money And I, really hope ya don't owe me Cause I, really love my money Ya die I don't give a fuck Made in the hood I don't give a fuck Man they say its all good Just Give me my cheese Or else somebody gonna bleed Can ya feel that? Nigga get back What ya don't believe? Ain't no telling what the Bone Thug niggas got sleeved Look like a picture Flash and I get ya No cameras here Just nine millimeters I'm not gonna loose Real thug Really don't pay my dues But fuckas wanna test Ain't telling who That's why I don't give a fuck About bloody pools Leave them in that Fuck that Bust back Real thugs stay strapped (?) in my body But I'm really live that Yes I love that honey But, oh, I love that money That money, so much mo'! (Esham) You can't play me Baby gatta pay me Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |