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Krayzie Bone

Genres: Hip-Hop

Payday Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

(Krayzie Bone) 

T-H-U-G 

 

(Big Syke) 

Yeah 

 

(Chrous: Krayzie Bone playin over conversation x2) 

Daily, Daily 

I'm out here paper chasin 

And i need my bank role (bank role) 

So pay me (Pay me) 

Nigga it's pay day and i need my 

 

(Krayzie Bone) 

That's right 

Krayzie Bone 

 

(Big Syke) 

Noble outlaw 

 

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(Krayzie Bone) 

Hum, Big Syke 

 

(Big Syke) 

Mack 10 

 

(Krayzie Bone) 

Y'all niggaz know what it is 

 

(Big Syke) 

You know 

 

(Krayzie Bone) 

We thugz for life 

 

(Big Syke) 

You know 

 

(Krayzie Bone) 

I know one thing 

 

(Big Syke) 

What's that Krayzie? 

 

Photos 

 

(Krayzie Bone) 

When niggaz come to collect 

 

(Big Syke) 

Huh huh 

 

(Krayzie Bone) 

You mothafuckers better have my money 

 

Verse 1: Big Syke 

 

My daddy always told me black folks lazy... 

That's why he raised me crazy 

Don't ever try to play me 

You better pay me 

You can love or hate me! 

It don't make me none, Just have my funds 

Flippin', scrippin tripp and i'm gonna get my gun 

They run our soul and control our minds 

So i can't fold in this world of crime 

Just look you'll find everybody in the pen 

With atlest 10 for tryin to get a big bodied benz 

In the universe i'm nobody 

I know i'm cursed but yo gon' pay me 

See the university say you goin' pro 

They get there money now is what you really don't know 

It flows from the streets to athlete's 

Bangin' to track meets 

From Venus to Serina 

You know that we pack heat 

Gimmie mine! 

 

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2) 

 

Verse 2: Mack 10 

 

Yo 

I keep that fryin' in a pot of water 

Till it bubble 

The rock my work and i prophet like double 

Now i done heard every war story there is to be told 

And done, pushed every narcotic it is to be sold 

Dogg i'm a street nigga rider till the end 

Know from state to state as maniac Mack 10 

Now who you know push a Bentley with tattoo's galore 

Bust with classic ??? and hit the switch on the 64' 

I kick back relax bein blunts to the head 

Since i was two with my crew g'd up in all red 

See i'm all about the dollar moolar and chips 

And see bust million dollar checks and half with crip's 

And give a fuck what you think cuz your attitude is funny 

And real niggaz be about they loved ones and they money 

So get you some business and quit talkin' like a bitch 

And eh, suck a niggaz dick or eh make a nigga rich 

You heard 

 

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2) 

 

Verse 3: Young Noble 

 

Ay yo 

If it don't make dollar's then it don't make sense 

Outlaw motherfucker and we all about chip's 

I got niggaz who been standin' on the block for years 

Give a fuck about the cops 

We been hot for years 

And all the fiends be lovin' us 

I wan it all from drug money to publishin' dice game bubbilin' 

Uh, Pac was right it's as simple as this 

Homie get of your ass if you plan to be rich 

There's one rule to the game either ball or die 

Noble everyday grind outlaw for life 

At eleven years old i sold coke by the front of my home 

For new Nike's and the latest clothes 

I made this doe 

Dawg i'ma keep on gettin' it 

And stackin' it oh 

And you can keep on trickin' it 

We live this shit 4 money and power 

Give it all to the Lawz' now your money is our's 

Pay me nigga 

 

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone x5) 

 

Transitional stage's thought five hundred plus years 

Lost wages from the cotton fields to the concrete jungle 

I am now forced to hit the stage to get my bundle 

Constantly carrying this country from slave times to land mines 

Thought pure entertainment 

I'm not mad at cha' as long as i receive my payment on time 

I'm just chasin what's already mine 

If the ones on top want my talent 

Just make sure i have a seven figure balance 

I am part of the talented ten 

And since i have portrayed a pawn for the government 

Somebody owes me for my irreplaceable sweat and tears 

Those who know me understand the smiling faces standing in my mirrors 

I no longer have the patience i'm not high maintenance 

But time is money and i have no time for it to be acting funny 

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