(feat. Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony)
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 lock down like a pitbull terrior
Bitch been a millionaire, I still wont marry ya
Slugs to you head, six people Paul-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 got that for me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)
[Layzie Bone]
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
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