Styles of Beyond - Pay Me (feat. 4zone) | Текст песни

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Verse 1 (Tak)

Yeah
Uh huh
I remember forever
What I would do to get better
When I was cruising Winnetka
That's when the crew was together
We use the music to severe ties
For the people in disguise
Nevermind never stop
Never look back doe
Just keep on going right
So that's what I did
When I got up in the crib
Just writing, split my wig
Hmmm
Can't even think, got a block, I'm stuck
So I had to turn around and dig
Reach, reach
Pull out something
I don't even know why the beat keep bumping
Round and round we go
Pound the ground below
Sound of every function
Here it is
Turn it up
That's what I like
When I'm on stage live
And rap in the mic
And the people in the front
When they clap when you hype
And those that smoke
When packing the pipe
That's tight
Aight so
Never know when you might just blow
So I had to put it down in a song
With Styles of Beyond
And that's how the night goes
Uh

Chorus (4-Zone and Ryu)

You want that shit but not for free
We don't checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can't come up with it
I can't make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It's all your fault
I'll make you pay you gotta
Problem with the sound now
Fuck you pay me
I'ma put you underground now
Fuck you pay me
If the club burn down mother
Fuck you pay me
Ten bucks a thirty thou now
Fuck you pay me

Verse 2 (Ryu)

You want it free
I don't agree
I'm not a rookie now
So fuck your benefit show
If you getting thirty thou
This ain't a song about
A pimp and a ho it's about
Getting what's owed
And putting food in your mouth
Check it out
Shit don't quit
When the clock is off
Get my chips
Dawn and dark
Get dough all day
Whether right or wrong gotta
Gotta get paid like a normal job
Eh, no checks no cash
No risk, no tax
Okay let's go we got
Promoters so demonic
Don't wanna blow no chronic
I'm about to fucking vomit
Eh, eh you wanna free Mumia then fine
But not on my time punk
You gotta be out your mind
I'm bringing all the heads
And watch the crowds
Hands up amd they screaming out
Styles, Styles, Styles

Chorus (4-Zone and Tak)

You want that shit but not for free
We don't checks or property
So pop that mess but not with me
Unless you got that proper fee
And if you can't come up with it
I can't make impulse purchases
And blow my dough on kicks and shit
It's all your fault
I'll make you pay you gotta
When you've been around in a while
But you ain't getting paid
And people bite your style
You want that shit but not for free
You wanna get a check with no respect
And all they do is smile
We don't take checks or property
When you give it up
Say what the fuck and change the radio dial
So pop that mess but not with me
When I'm finally getting paid
And I'm up in the game
And that's what made me go wild
Unless you got that proper fee

Verse 3 (4-Zone)

I feed you
See what's the difference
Hear fist to bone
Today's topic
Fake ass
Pimps shoulda say
Niggas who think they
Better things
Butter things
She say she say huh
Player your mising
Upon another horizon
Choking on your pre paid Verizon
High as a kite
Trying to pimp hoes
But you ain't gaming them right
I'd be the first to say
I ain't pimping
Just got a little juice dripping.
Come through for occasional hitting
Then leave with no bullshitting
Cause it makes no sense to me
When you make up fantasies
First thing
Gotta get a notch on your side now bum
Cigarette burns on a thigh's weak end?
All good ain't gold
All gold ain't good

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