The Pay Back Lyrics
| Song | The Pay Back |
| Artist | AZ |
| Album | Pieces Of A Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Adu, Cruz, Hale, Jones ... | |
| AZ: Yeah son, | |
| I know you can hear me man shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu but | |
| I found out the cat that did that, word to minds | |
| I'ma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on { | |
| Lawrence Fishburn from | |
| Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."} | |
| AZ: I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back | |
| That's what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back | |
| So nigga say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat | |
| You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back | |
| Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit | |
| Thought I was twisted | |
| Beat that, been home since | |
| Christmas | |
| Got the word where your bird live, out in | |
| L.I. From this next bitched named | |
| Trista sell lye in | |
| Bed Stuy So nigga what now? | |
| Got the whole game fucked now | |
| Who you trust now? | |
| See you tinted up your truck now | |
| No need to back track, next time know who you blast at | |
| For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped | |
| Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low | |
| Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low | |
| Up in Brooke | |
| Dale, heard my little man took 12 | |
| Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well | |
| Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects | |
| Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat | |
| Put the word out, so vexed | |
| I even curse your bird out | |
| She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth | |
| On Pottemscott, me and | |
| Wop, nickel gats cocked | |
| The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock | |
| Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right | |
| Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right | |
| Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights | |
| Niggas startin' fights, | |
| Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes | |
| Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price | |
| Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight | |
| All illin', navigatin' four wheelin' | |
| Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin' | |
| Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all | |
| Judges make calls, | |
| Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball) { | |
| Tim Roth from | |
| Hoodlum: "You're a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You're dead!"} { | |
| Lawrence Fishburn from | |
| Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."} | |
| CHORUS: [AZ] | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah) | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched (get it snatched) | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh) | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched (keep frontin') | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor) | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at { | |
| Tim Roth piece} | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back (top back, top back, top back, top back.....) |
| zuo qu : Adu, Cruz, Hale, Jones ... | |
| AZ: Yeah son, | |
| I know you can hear me man shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu but | |
| I found out the cat that did that, word to minds | |
| I' ma see him in a minute son, hu, it' s on | |
| Lawrence Fishburn from | |
| Hoodlum: " Get ready for your final thrill." | |
| AZ: I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| That' s what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back | |
| So nigga say that, frontin' like you can' t lay flat | |
| You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back | |
| Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit | |
| Thought I was twisted | |
| Beat that, been home since | |
| Christmas | |
| Got the word where your bird live, out in | |
| L. I. From this next bitched named | |
| Trista sell lye in | |
| Bed Stuy So nigga what now? | |
| Got the whole game fucked now | |
| Who you trust now? | |
| See you tinted up your truck now | |
| No need to back track, next time know who you blast at | |
| For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped | |
| Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low | |
| Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low | |
| Up in Brooke | |
| Dale, heard my little man took 12 | |
| Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don' t look well | |
| Left his mom stressed, now it' s time to bomb the projects | |
| Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat | |
| Put the word out, so vexed | |
| I even curse your bird out | |
| She don' t deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth | |
| On Pottemscott, me and | |
| Wop, nickel gats cocked | |
| The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock | |
| Broad daylight, y' all hustle fake, and don' t play right | |
| Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don' t spray right | |
| Clothes, cars ice, hard to remember starvin' nights | |
| Niggas startin' fights, | |
| Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes | |
| Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price | |
| Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight | |
| All illin', navigatin' four wheelin' | |
| Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin' | |
| Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all | |
| Judges make calls, | |
| Kings stand behind the 8 ball 8 ball | |
| Tim Roth from | |
| Hoodlum: " You' re a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You' re dead!" | |
| Lawrence Fishburn from | |
| Hoodlum: " Get ready for your final thrill." | |
| CHORUS: AZ | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at yeah | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched get it snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya to back uh huh | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched keep frontin' | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Wor | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Tim Roth piece | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped, and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped, and ain' t afraid to push ya top back top back, top back, top back, top back..... |
| zuò qǔ : Adu, Cruz, Hale, Jones ... | |
| AZ: Yeah son, | |
| I know you can hear me man shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu but | |
| I found out the cat that did that, word to minds | |
| I' ma see him in a minute son, hu, it' s on | |
| Lawrence Fishburn from | |
| Hoodlum: " Get ready for your final thrill." | |
| AZ: I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| That' s what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back | |
| So nigga say that, frontin' like you can' t lay flat | |
| You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back | |
| Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit | |
| Thought I was twisted | |
| Beat that, been home since | |
| Christmas | |
| Got the word where your bird live, out in | |
| L. I. From this next bitched named | |
| Trista sell lye in | |
| Bed Stuy So nigga what now? | |
| Got the whole game fucked now | |
| Who you trust now? | |
| See you tinted up your truck now | |
| No need to back track, next time know who you blast at | |
| For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped | |
| Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low | |
| Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low | |
| Up in Brooke | |
| Dale, heard my little man took 12 | |
| Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don' t look well | |
| Left his mom stressed, now it' s time to bomb the projects | |
| Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat | |
| Put the word out, so vexed | |
| I even curse your bird out | |
| She don' t deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth | |
| On Pottemscott, me and | |
| Wop, nickel gats cocked | |
| The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock | |
| Broad daylight, y' all hustle fake, and don' t play right | |
| Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don' t spray right | |
| Clothes, cars ice, hard to remember starvin' nights | |
| Niggas startin' fights, | |
| Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes | |
| Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price | |
| Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight | |
| All illin', navigatin' four wheelin' | |
| Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin' | |
| Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all | |
| Judges make calls, | |
| Kings stand behind the 8 ball 8 ball | |
| Tim Roth from | |
| Hoodlum: " You' re a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You' re dead!" | |
| Lawrence Fishburn from | |
| Hoodlum: " Get ready for your final thrill." | |
| CHORUS: AZ | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at yeah | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched get it snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya to back uh huh | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched keep frontin' | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Wor | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Tim Roth piece | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped, and ain' t afraid to push ya top back | |
| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at | |
| Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya | |
| Roley, getcha watch snatched | |
| Watch that, know where your moms shop at | |
| Gotcha block mapped, and ain' t afraid to push ya top back top back, top back, top back, top back..... |
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