Esham, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Pay lyrics

Growing up, living in a panic zone
Spitting wicket shit on the microphone
Smoke that shit, your brains be blown
You gone, nigga wrong
Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty
Boss one-eight-seven ain't nothing but
Spaghetti sauce cross me you pay all costs
Heres one your ass just lost
All y'all must pay every dog has his day
Thats 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 locked down like a pitbull terrier
Bitch been a millionaire
I still won't marry ya
Slugs to you head, six people Pal-bury ya
Colgate froze flows like cocaine
Mental overdose explode your brain


Some might think that it's insane
To take a gun cock back and aim

You know you can't play me, baby
Gotta pay me
You know you can't play me, baby
Gotta pay me
You know you can't play me, baby
Gotta pay me
You know you can't play me, baby
Gotta pay me

See the number one mission be
To get this cash
And if a nigga fuck with that
I'm a get in his ass
I pull the trigger, squeeze
Blast if you think you gon 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 your mind
And clean your cash out
See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me
A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie
Drink the O-E and tote the Tech Nine
I don't care what you claim
You gonn respect mine
Mean time, in between time, on the Esham
Finda put it down when it
Come to the green now look into my eyes
Tell me can you really see?
Its 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
Its a Midwest thang we let
'em hang to the grees-ound
Smokin trees by the P's-ound
Blowing big with my niggas
Motherfuckers wanna be down
But, I'm a 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
You see a rich motherfucker turn
Straight into a wetty ho

All the way from the C Town
To the motherfucking D Town
We down to get it
Cracking robbin'em and rappin, jackin
Whutever make us happy
And 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 motherfuckers ass
And I'm a take him for the stash, break him
Leave the nigga there lookin sad
But, if he tryin jump bad, I'm a fade him
The nigga gave me no ultimatum and
I don't play that shit
Unhand the money, nigga
Pay me, I don't got all day
I got a couple motherfuckers to break
I want skrilla, for rilla
Killa, doller bill-a
This trigger is not ya friend
And it gots no heart
So don't be thinking I won't stop yours
Give me everything ya got boy
You are now caught in the midst of original
Wigsplitter killer criminals
Better watch out boy you might die!

Nigga, told the nigga show love
Cause, I gotta get mine even if I must bust
Said again I been good
But, I'm still in the streets with
Heat cause a nigga gotta eat
Its 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 if it's made in the hood
I don't give a fuck man
They say it's all good
Just give me my cheese or
Else somebody gon bleed can you feel that?
Nigga get back what you don't believe
Ain't no tellin whut the Bone
Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves
Dressed like a picture flash and I get you
No cameras here just nine millimeters
I'm not gonna lose, real thug, really though
Paid my dues
But niggas wanna test ain't no tellin who
Thats why I don't give a
Fuck about bloody pools
Leave 'em in that, fuck that
Bust back, real thugs stay strapped
You dream about it, but I really live that
Yes I love that honey but, oh
I love that money, that money so much mo'!