Текст песни Payroll - Xzibit , Yazz , Empire Cast
Empire!
Ladies
and
gentlemen,
I'm
here
to
set
it
straight
I
make
this
paper,
yeah,
come
to
me,
I
never
chase
Hakeem
the
one
to
beat,
get
at
my
rank
I'm
laughing
at
all
these
jokers,
all
the
way
to
the
bank
'Cause
I
got
money
to
blow,
the
closest
you
got
is
a
candle
Make
a
wish
on
the
low,
so
you
can
be
half
as
dope
as
a
snatch
and
flow
It's
in
my
blood
Cracking
these
styles
is
in
my
sleep,
yeah
you
know
Run
it
to
the
bank
right
Ain't
got
no
worries
I
get
this
money
(I
got
it!)
Pockets
heavy
and
I'm
going
crazy
Yeah,
get
with
these
honies
Get
more
than
Brody
(I
got
'em)
Drop
'em
quick,
yeah
I'm
running
Run
it,
Run
it,
Run
it,
Run
it
Run
it,
Run
it,
run
it
to
the
bank
'cause
I'm
Stuntin',
Stuntin',
Stuntin',
Stuntin'
Stuntin',
Stuntin',
got
to
get
my
ice
tight
You
can't
touch
me,
or
you
gon'
get
burned
I'm
too
hot,
make
a
fire
look
like
an
intern
Ain't
a
liar,
it's
best
you
make
a
U-turn
'Cause
our
flame
getting
in
their
feelings
like
heartburn
Stuck
out
like
a
sore
thumb
Been
in
these
streets,
thugging
out
for
my
income
(They
didn't
believe
me)
Ain't
no
daddy
to
hold
me
down,
but
the
kingdom
Mama
told
me
to
pray,
get
all
your
dreams
done,
yeah
Cocky,
they
call
me
Rocky,
champion
yeah
I'm
too
high,
just
too
fly,
got
me
light
in
the
air
Never
hear
my
moves,
I'm
so
silent
in
scares
When
I'm
silent
with
my
feet,
trying
to
put
two
in
jet
Faithfully
get
this
money,
my
hood
never
leave
me
lonely
Tattooed
on
my
back,
yeah,
I
take
'em
to
where
I'm
going
The
top
is
the
only
place
that
I'm
living
at
I
go
hard
for
my
city
forever,
running
to
the
bank
like
Ain't
got
no
worries
I
get
this
money
Pockets
heavy
and
I'm
going
crazy
Yeah,
get
with
these
honies
Get
more
than
Brody
Drop
'em
quick,
yeah
I'm
running
Run
it,
Run
it,
Run
it,
Run
it
Run
it,
Run
it,
run
it
to
the
bank
'cause
I'm
Stuntin',
Stuntin',
Stuntin',
Stuntin'
Stuntin',
Stuntin',
got
to
get
my
ice
tight
I
step
over
the
threat
Papa
New
Guinea,
head
hunter,
Russian
roulette
I'm
Phillip
Morris
and
Chuck
Norris,
and
King
Tut
You
rolling
with
the
kids
with
the
keys
to
the
kingdom
Freedom
We
do
whatever
we
want,
we
got
it
While
you
sitting
in
silence
like
Twenty-One
Pilots
I'm
addicted
to
violence
We
should
form
an
alliance
And
call
it
Serial
Killer
Cartel
capitalism
Send
Shyne
to
get
'em,
commit
'em
to
the
psych
ward
They
crazy,
acting
like
they
want
war
The
80's
is
back
when
it
come
to
that,
broad
daylight
This
ain't
no
Call
of
Duty,
no
regenerated
life
Incinerate
a
body,
then
I
hide
it
in
plain
sight
I
make
the
city
riot,
I
can
give
it
the
green
light
'Cause
I'm
just
getting
started
'Cause
everything
starts
in
the
heart
of
the
artist,
for
my
dearly
departed
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