歌曲 | The Pay Back |
歌手 | AZ |
专辑 | Pieces Of A Man |
下载 | 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..... |