Текст песни The Pay Back - AZ
Yeah
son,
I
know
you
can
hear
me
man
Shit
been
crazy
in
the
hood
since
that
happen,
hu
But
I
found
out
the
cat
that
did
that,
word
to
minds
I'mma
see
him
in
a
minute
son,
hu,
it's
on
{Lawrence
Fishburn
from
Hoodlum:
"Get
ready
for
your
final
thrill."}
I
know
the
clubs
where
you
rock
at,
the
spots
you
cop
at
Keep
frontin'
nigga,
showin'
ya
Roley,
getcha
watch
snatched
Watch
that,
know
where
your
moms
shop
at
Gotcha
block
mapped
and
ain't
afraid
to
push
ya
top
back
Fuck
if
you
stay
straped,
got
the
drop
it's
hard
to
spray
back
That's
what
you
get
when
you
borrow
shit,
and
never
pay
back
So
nigga
say
that,
frontin'
like
you
can't
lay
flat
You
a
rat,
plus
you
started
this
beef
from
way
back
Cats
you
sip
wit,
even
feel
you
on
some
flipped
shit
Thought
I
was
twisted,
beat
that,
been
home
since
Christmas
Got
the
word
where
your
bird
live,
out
in
L.I
From
this
next
bitched
named
Trista
sell
lye
in
Bed
Stuy
So
nigga
what
now?
Got
the
whole
game
fucked
now
Who
you
trust
now?
See
you
tinted
up
your
truck
now
No
need
to
back
track,
next
time
know
who
you
blast
at
For
gettin'
Black
clapped,
got
your
cousin
killed
and
nap
napped
Now
the
streets
know,
nuttin'
left
for
us
to
keep
low
Never
sleep
though,
on
point
don't
make
a
nigga
reach
low
Up
in
Brookdale,
heard
my
little
man
took
12
Jagged
hook
shells,
doctors
claim
it
don't
look
well
Left
his
mom
stressed,
now
it's
time
to
bomb
the
projects
Teflon
vest,
four
pounds
could
make
your
palm
sweat
Put
the
word
out,
so
vexed
I
even
curse
your
bird
out
She
don't
deserve
clout,
flippin'
wit
the
cotton
herb
mouth
On
Pottemscott,
me
and
Wop,
nickel
gats
cocked
The
way
we
popped
up,
so
shocked,
niggas
made
our
backs
rock
Broad
daylight,
y'all
hustle
fake,
and
don't
play
right
Holdin'
shit
wit
broken
clips
that
spit,
but
don't
spray
right
Clothes,
cars
& ice,
hard
to
remember
starvin'
nights
Niggas
startin'
fights,
narcs
in
the
dark,
coke
cloggin'
pipes
Starvin
wifes,
used
to
buy
weight
at
bargain
price
Now
we
scarred
for
life,
clog
is
desolvin',
slowly
outta
sight
All
illin',
navigatin'
four
wheelin'
Alcohol
spillin',
marinatin'
on
your
killin'
Like
a
contest
losers
fall,
winner
takes
all
Judges
make
calls,
kings
stand
behind
the
8 ball
(8
ball)
{Tim
Roth
from
Hoodlum:
"You're
a
dead
fuckin'
nigga!
You
hear
me?
You're
dead!"}
{Lawrence
Fishburn
from
Hoodlum:
"Get
ready
for
your
final
thrill."}
I
know
the
clubs
where
you
rock
at,
the
spots
where
you
cop
at
(yeah)
Keep
frontin'
nigga,
showin'
ya
Roley,
getcha
watch
snatched
(Get
it
snatched)
Watch
that,
know
where
your
moms
shop
at
Gotcha
block
mapped
and
ain't
afraid
to
push
ya
to
back
(uh
huh)
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