Pay Lyrics - Repentance - Esham

(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 

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(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 

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(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