Esham

Esham - Pay lyrics

Growing up, living in a panic zone

Spitting wicket shit on the microphone

Smoke that shit, your brains be blown

You gone, nigga wrong

Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss

One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce

Cross me you pay all costs

Heres one your ass just lost

All y'all must pay

Every dog has his day

Thats 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 pitbull terrior

Bitch been a millionaire, I still wont marry ya

Slugs to you head, six people Paul-bury ya

Colgate froze flows like cocaine

Mental overdose explode your brain

Some might think that it's insane

To take a gun cock back and aim

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)

See the number one mission be to get this cash

And if a nigga fuck with that, I'm a get in his ass

I pull the trigger, squeeze, blast if you think you gon 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 your mind and clean your cash out

See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me

A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie

Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine

I don't care what you claim, you gonn respect mine

Mean time, in between time, on the Esham

Finda put it down when it come to the green now

Look into my eyes, tell me can you really see?

Its 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

Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound

Smokin trees by the P's-ound

Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas wanna be down

But I'm a 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

You see a rich muthafucka turn straight into a wetty hoe

All the way from the C-Town

To the muthafucking D-Town

We down to get it cracking robbin'em and rappin, jackin

Whutever make us happy

And 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 muthafuckas ass

And I'm a take him for the stash, break him

Leave the nigga there lookin sad

But if he tryin jump bad, I'm a fade him

The nigga gave me no ultimatum and I dont play that shit

Unhand the money,nigga

Pay me, I dont got all day

I got a couple muthafuckas to break

I want skrilla, for rilla

Killa, doller bill-a

This trigger is not ya friend and it gots no heart

So dont be thinking I wont stop yours

Give me everything ya got boy

You are now caught in the midst of original

Wigsplitter killer criminals

Better Watch out boy you might die!

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)

Nigga, call the nigga "Sho Love"

Cause I gotta get mine

Even if I must bust

Said again I been good

But I'm still in the streets with heat

Cause a nigga gotta eat

Its a Bone thing what?

Cause I love some money

Funky, filthy, dirty money

And I... really hope ya dont owe me

Cause I.. really love my money

Ya die

I dont give a fuck 'f it's made in the hood

I dont give a fuck man, they say its all good just

Give me my cheese or else.. somebody gon bleed

Can you feel that?

Nigga get back what you dont believe

Ain't no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves

Dressed like a picture

Flash and I get you

No cameras here

Just nine millimeters

I'm not gonna loose

Real thug, really though

Paid my dues

But niggas wanna test

Aint no tellin who

Thats why I dont give a fuck about bloody pools

Leave em in that, fuck that

Bust back, real thugs stay strapped

You dream about it, but I really live that

Yes I love that honey but, oh

I love that money, that money so much moe!

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)

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