Lyrics Make 'Em Pay - Gang Starr feat. Krumbsnatcha
Yeah,
you
know
them
They
accuse
the
righteous
people
of
crimes
and
claim
that
we′re
wicked
Stirring
up
controversy,
making
us
fight
each
other
All
the
fake
rappers
make
it
worse,
they
gotta
pay
First
and
foremost,
some
rappers
are
sweet
like
fructose
When
I
cock
back
these
lyrics,
y'all
punks
best
be
ghost
I
be
the
seven
twenty-one,
eighteen
twenty-one
The
illest
one,
I′m
almost
doper
than
anyone
Straight
out
the
late
nights
of
Bed-Stuy
Stepping
up,
y'all
put
your
weapons
up,
I
make
heads
fly
You're
artificial
like
saccharin
You′re
crazy
fake,
it′s
more
than
skills
you
be
lacking
in
Concepts
you
bite,
cause
your
identity
ain't
tight
Trying
to
be
something
you′re
not,
like
pulling
a
knife
at
a
gunfight
I'm
trooping
on
night
air
like
flight
number
106
And
getting
all
up
in
your
fucking
mix
You
get
me
upset,
and
I
got
you
uptight
Cause
my
committee′s
in
your
city
tonight,
aight?
We
got
seventeen
million
of
us
plus,
two
million
Indians
That
makes
19
mil,
lighting
shit
up
like
Wild
Bill
I
be
the,
supreme
father
plus
the
ill
kid,
with
drama
My
karma,
creates
the
Teflon
to
pierce
your
body
armor
And
make
sure
you
check
the
shit
before
you
walk
to
me,
or
talk
to
me
Stepping
to
me
improperly,
you
just
may
catch
the
weaponry
My
specialty
is
tearing
tracks
out
the
frame
You
know
my
fucking
name,
I
rule
all
game
I'm
universal
on
all
planes,
what′s
your
claim?
Yo,
I
be
your
highness,
in
slickness,
you
chumps
bear
witness
Tremendous
trooper,
verbal
nigga
with
the
fitness
Drop
you
for
your
spot
with
the
blazer
then
I
blast
you
Slice
precise
like
Benihana's
when
I
come
to
bring
the
dramas
Styles
so
swift,
that
you
can't
peep
the
god
As
your
lyrics
get
buried,
six
feet
deep
in
my
backyard
I
laugh
hard,
while
your
mental
I
run
through
mazes
Dark
stages
of
terror
to
shatter
your
dressing
room
mirror
Your
whole
error
gets
crushed,
your
whole
show
gets
bumrushed
Too
many
dumb
punks,
want
to
enter
this
rap
scene
Kicking
Willie
Bobo,
but
need
to
be
slapped
clean
Into
oblivion,
the
true
champion
always
rises
I
bring
surprises
to
the
chief
plus
their
advisers
Size
me
up,
and
you
will
find
nothing′s
larger
Catch
more
wreck
on
your
dome,
than
a
deranged
fucking
barber
So
what
you
made
some
dough,
you
best
keep
on
scrambling
All
your
vanity,
is
instantly
crushed,
when
I
start
handling
Demanding
that
you
pay,
for
your
weak
rhyme
display
Coast
to
coast,
I
break
the
fakes
everyday
I
see
myself
as
the
black
rap
messiah
Colossal
spreading
my
gospel
through
electrical
wires
Spit
fire
through
speech,
so
I
can
reach
each
and
every
Tom
dick
and
jerry
slippin
like
petroleum
jelly
Too
busy
in
the
limelight,
can′t
rhyme
tight
I
got
divine
right
to
bring
y'all
to
light
Something
ain′t
right,
to
be
an
MC,
you
gotta
thug
Or
to
thug
you
gotta
be
an
MC,
this
shit
is
bugged
Show
love
but
few;
deal
with
crew
and
crew
only
And
think
universal
like
Sony
Phony
pounds
and
fake
hugs
is
usually
avoided
Give
a
fuck
like
Pizza
Hut
I
got
to
stay
noyd-ed
Cause
that
same
nigga
you
trust,
could
be
that
same
cat
Behind
that
gat
that
bust,
quiet
ya,
with
the
silencer
Keep
it
hush,
ashes
to
dust,
then
dust
to
ashes
Nowadays
it's
who
pull
out
the
fastest,
imagine
this
Rap
shit
without
this
gat
shit,
or
the
phony
cat
In
black
talking
bout
how
much
his
mac
spit
But
this
year,
Gang
Starr
got
changes
being
made
No
wack
shit
being
played
no
fake
macks
getting
paid
No
Versace
mc′s,
with
a
mouth
full
of
mo'
Soundin′
like
a
ho
spittin'
at
a
fashion
show
flow
I
bombshell
that
pastel
Chanel
rap
through
a
maxwell
Ever
since
young
Krumb,
was
taught
to
rap
well
Going
deep,
process
of
thought,
when
my
eyes
closes
Awaken
with
turban,
robe
and
sandals
like
Moses
Travelling
high
sands
and
eastern
lands
for
the
answers
Ignorance
is
spreading
through
the
streets
like
it
was
cancer
Too
many
drinking
not
thinking,
when
behind
that
trigger
A
.38
escalate
the
murder
rate,
for
us
niggas
It's
like,
microphone
roulette
cause
nowadays
MCs
is
getting
wet
Over
someone
else′s
fake
gangsta
rep
1 You Know My Steez
2 Robbin Hood Theory
3 Work
4 Royalty
5 Royalty
6 Above The Clouds
7 JFK 2 LAX
8 Itz A Set Up
9 Moment of Truth
10 B.I. Vs. Friendship
11 The Militia
12 The Rep Growz Bigga
13 What I'm Here 4
14 She Knowz What She Wantz
15 New York Strait Talk
16 My Advice 2 You
17 Make 'Em Pay
18 The Mall
19 Betrayal
20 Next Time
21 In Memory Of...
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