King Los - Pay Up lyrics
[King Los - Pay Up lyrics]
It ain’t just about the money it’s nothing
Know what it’s about?
It’s about fucking those skeezers
Like that right there
It's about driving them fly ass cars
And it’s never gonna be about nothing
Told you bout a nigga like me
Hey yo this shit is getting
Critical, you niggas getting pitiful
Thinking minuscule, I think they thinking
I’m in the school
No, I’m into schooling these foolish
Niggas who bend the rules
If you don’t want the ceiling to cave
In you gotta bend the roof
Bend the truth to make a straight
Liar out a crooked nigga
In my hood it be Ks bucking
But I ain’t a Brooklyn nigga look here nigga
You girl look here cause this
The look here nigga
It’s magic, you get no looks here nigga
No it’s magic, you get no looks, here nigga
You pebbles in the pond only
On your first ripple
I’m Jordan’s first dribble, Larry
Bird's first triple
I'm beyond you niggas, a bionic writer
I’m tiger with the iron, the eye on the tiger
An iconic nigga, hikin' on the sun
Snappin' early like I told my niggas
Hike it on the one, hUT
And before you get a HUT 2
I’ll hunt you down and even show
Up at your hut too
Speaking of hustle, your bitch just
Get to these loose balls
Took her to see Jaws 2 and
She gave me them 2 jaws
But my man gave me them 2 jars
The purple that had us doing circles
Like we in new cars
I planted a bomb, I’m about to bomb planets
My plan is for you niggas to
Go into a calm panic lyrical armed bandit
Bombs get your arms bandaged
One palm planning to get
Your whole arm handed
Back to you then bitch I get back to you
As I’m back to it in that
Maybach and I back through you
You ain’t bad as me
I’m bad for you and bad to you
Chop you in half nigga
You’ll happen to have two you
While having it happen to you
Do you have it at all?
I’m stabbing your doll and I
Don’t mean practicing black voodoo
I’m that doodoo
Matter of fact I’m a rap guru
You crap poopoo, whack booboo, I rap coocoo
Who you? Just a nigga I gotta pry apart
And black on your track like tire marks
Attired mark, nigga I don’t buy your heart
You should go and buy a heart
Try to spark a fire starter
And throw your book in the fireplace
Retire gracefully fully, back in this bitch
Packing the mack in the back of the hip
Having the sickest miraculous shit
That happened to hit having them hit's
Happy to shit on them rappers that bitch
Trapping you bitch, gripping them bricks
We’ll hustle nigga
Just hustle harder than other niggas
Cause, I’m from it nigga, success don’t
Make me above it nigga
Yeah I love my niggas
They might fuck your bummy rat you know
When we with your Pooh we
Never bring your honey back
Woah, no, homie don’t say that
He hit's him in the head
Homie don’t play that
Way back, when I was just bumping Pun's shit
Catchin' every pun cause Cannabis
Had dumb flips
Eminem killed Dre and Kim in his raps
It Was Written was my favorite
I slayed a ten minute flat rhyme for Puffy
And that nigga gave me a deal
Then the feds came along and damn
Near gave me the chills
Cause they took all my niggas
My niggas took to the streets
They took our studio from us
They took my hooks and my beats
But now I’m hooked, I’m a beast
And I’m back and I’m better
I was becoming the king
Now I’m back for the cheddar pay up
Know what it’s about?
It’s about fucking those skeezers
Like that right there
It's about driving them fly ass cars
And it’s never gonna be about nothing
Told you bout a nigga like me
Hey yo this shit is getting
Critical, you niggas getting pitiful
Thinking minuscule, I think they thinking
I’m in the school
No, I’m into schooling these foolish
Niggas who bend the rules
If you don’t want the ceiling to cave
In you gotta bend the roof
Bend the truth to make a straight
Liar out a crooked nigga
In my hood it be Ks bucking
But I ain’t a Brooklyn nigga look here nigga
You girl look here cause this
The look here nigga
It’s magic, you get no looks here nigga
No it’s magic, you get no looks, here nigga
You pebbles in the pond only
On your first ripple
I’m Jordan’s first dribble, Larry
Bird's first triple
I'm beyond you niggas, a bionic writer
I’m tiger with the iron, the eye on the tiger
An iconic nigga, hikin' on the sun
Snappin' early like I told my niggas
Hike it on the one, hUT
And before you get a HUT 2
I’ll hunt you down and even show
Up at your hut too
Speaking of hustle, your bitch just
Get to these loose balls
Took her to see Jaws 2 and
She gave me them 2 jaws
But my man gave me them 2 jars
The purple that had us doing circles
Like we in new cars
I planted a bomb, I’m about to bomb planets
My plan is for you niggas to
Go into a calm panic lyrical armed bandit
Bombs get your arms bandaged
One palm planning to get
Your whole arm handed
Back to you then bitch I get back to you
As I’m back to it in that
Maybach and I back through you
You ain’t bad as me
I’m bad for you and bad to you
Chop you in half nigga
You’ll happen to have two you
While having it happen to you
Do you have it at all?
I’m stabbing your doll and I
Don’t mean practicing black voodoo
I’m that doodoo
Matter of fact I’m a rap guru
You crap poopoo, whack booboo, I rap coocoo
Who you? Just a nigga I gotta pry apart
And black on your track like tire marks
Attired mark, nigga I don’t buy your heart
You should go and buy a heart
Try to spark a fire starter
And throw your book in the fireplace
Retire gracefully fully, back in this bitch
Packing the mack in the back of the hip
Having the sickest miraculous shit
That happened to hit having them hit's
Happy to shit on them rappers that bitch
Trapping you bitch, gripping them bricks
We’ll hustle nigga
Just hustle harder than other niggas
Cause, I’m from it nigga, success don’t
Make me above it nigga
Yeah I love my niggas
They might fuck your bummy rat you know
When we with your Pooh we
Never bring your honey back
Woah, no, homie don’t say that
He hit's him in the head
Homie don’t play that
Way back, when I was just bumping Pun's shit
Catchin' every pun cause Cannabis
Had dumb flips
Eminem killed Dre and Kim in his raps
It Was Written was my favorite
I slayed a ten minute flat rhyme for Puffy
And that nigga gave me a deal
Then the feds came along and damn
Near gave me the chills
Cause they took all my niggas
My niggas took to the streets
They took our studio from us
They took my hooks and my beats
But now I’m hooked, I’m a beast
And I’m back and I’m better
I was becoming the king
Now I’m back for the cheddar pay up