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(Intro) |
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Yeahh...Yeahh |
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Huh..What..Yeah |
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Ray Cash mothafuckas, huh |
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This is payback man, from Cleveland to the public |
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They thought Cleveland was whack |
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Nah...not me |
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Yeah, keep it Cleveland right here man..holla at me.. |
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(Ray Cash) |
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To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas |
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Like to welcome you to Cleveland, this the home of Ray Scrilla |
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Where we all blow swishers, all chase figures |
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With our eye on the prize, while the law chase niggaz, get high! |
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Comtemplate the paper chasing but them crackas giving complications |
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Locking niggaz up without a combiniton, prison is not in my vision |
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Even though it coincide with the life and the way that I'm living |
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My mind designed with a divine sense of division, multiplication and addition |
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I'm a math-a-gician, I was taught to subtract anything trying to intervene and |
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To distract the type of paper that I'm trying to attract |
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We really dont wanna have to clap, but if it has to happen |
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Its happened as simple as that, chip stacking rather its coming from |
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Jacking the packs, I hustle, but it just so happen I rap, and I'm back and this is... |
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(Chorus) |
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(scratching) Payback, Payback |
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Payback, Payback |
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Mothafucka this is.. |
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Payback, Payback, Payback |
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From Cleveland to the public this is.. |
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Payback, Payback, Payback, Payback |
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(repeats) |
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(Ray Cash) |
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To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas |
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Dropping big faces, popping cham by the cases |
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Hustling states to states switching your location |
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I applaud you all, you deserve an ovation |
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But hit the blunt for those in isolation, got hot knocked |
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Inside of a box pacing, waiting, patient for they day of arraignment |
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Worried about they family and time they facing |
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Look don't worry about the streets, the streets ain't changing |
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Me I'm doing good dog, hope yall maintaining |
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These hos ain't changed man, we still bang em |
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When theirs beef off in the street we still flaming |
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But dont worry about the drama, nigga worry about your mama |
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Write her letters, I'll fly you this kite, know your nights is hard |
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Know you hate it in the yard, rather be out here pushing raw |
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But when you get released, come holla at your dog |
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And we can give these fuckas...huh |
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(Chorus) |
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(scratching) Payback, Payback, Yeahh... |
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Payback, Payback |
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Cuz this is.. |
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Payback, Payback, Payback |
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Mothafucka this is... |
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Payback, Payback, Payback, Payback |
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Heh, niggaz thought Cleveland was whack man, thats funny to me.. |
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(Ray Cash) |
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Who wanna challenge, ? me and my nigga battle cry was do or die |
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So if its you and I, uno got to go then you should know I must survive |
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Aint no surprise, money values always out a niggaz' life |
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Before I snitch I bet I die, no witness live to testify |
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I let the fact remain, leave the crack or rap game |
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My shit the same, only face I change at a green exchange |
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From George, to Abe, from Abe to Andy, Jack to Grant |
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Ulysses and Benjis, pinkies make niggaz green with envy |
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My goal is not a Bently, listen my goal to have control of a digi |
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With 6 o's and cant nothing prevent me, simply |
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The nigga in me got me drinking remy, I'm greedy therefore |
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I'm needy and so I need more than demi, plus the flow is good and plenty |
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You can pick your favorite rapper..innie-minnie-miney-moe |
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Compared to me they tiny though, now say something |
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To all my niggaz with that scrilla could you stay fronting, killas spray something |
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Give these mothafuckas...huh |
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(Chorus) |
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(scratching) Payback, Payback, Yeahh..I had to do it man... |
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Payback, Payback |
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Its Ray Cash man, right now you call me Ray The Jeweler... |
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Payback, Payback, Payback |
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Niggaz thought a nigga from Cleveland drop jewels like this man... |
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Payback, Payback |
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Ha, its crazy, they thought we fell off though man... |
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Payback, Payback |
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I had to give these motha..I had to give these mothafuckas...Payback |
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Payback, Payback, Payback, Payback |
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(repeats) |
