Esham

Esham - Pay lyrics

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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) 





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 Esham 

Finda put it down when it come to the green now 

Look into my eyes, tell me can you really see? 

Its the truth when I rap cause I bring mine 

Bring it like I bring it cause nigga O-T 

Original Thugsta from the B-O-N-E 

C-Town to the D-Town 

Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound 

Smokin trees by the P's-ound 

Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas wanna be down 

But I'm a hit ya with the heat now 

Cause when I creep now, deep down, nigga wanna let it go 

But when it comes to the fetty, yo 

You see a rich muthafucka turn straight into a wetty hoe 





All the way from the C-Town 

To the muthafucking D-Town 

We down to get it cracking robbin'em and rappin, jackin 

Whutever make us happy 

And a nigga only happy if he got some cash 

But if I'm broke as fuck then I'm mad 

Ready to put a gun to some unlucky muthafuckas ass 

And I'm a take him for the stash, break him 

Leave the nigga there lookin sad 

But if he tryin jump bad, I'm a fade him 

The nigga gave me no ultimatum and I dont play that shit 

Unhand the money,nigga 

Pay me, I dont got all day 

I got a couple muthafuckas to break 

I want skrilla, for rilla 

Killa, doller bill-a 

This trigger is not ya friend and it gots no heart 

So dont be thinking I wont stop yours 

Give me everything ya got boy 

You are now caught in the midst of original 

Wigsplitter killer criminals 

Better Watch out boy you might die! 



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) 





Nigga, call the nigga "Sho Love" 

Cause I gotta get mine 

Even if I must bust 

Said again I been good 

But I'm still in the streets with heat 

Cause a nigga gotta eat 

Its a Bone thing what? 

Cause I love some money 

Funky, filthy, dirty money 

And I... really hope ya dont owe me 

Cause I.. really love my money 

Ya die 

I dont give a fuck 'f it's made in the hood 

I dont give a fuck man, they say its all good just 

Give me my cheese or else.. somebody gon bleed 

Can you feel that? 

Nigga get back what you dont believe 

Ain't no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves 

Dressed like a picture 

Flash and I get you 

No cameras here 

Just nine millimeters 

I'm not gonna loose 

Real thug, really though 

Paid my dues 

But niggas wanna test 

Aint no tellin who 

Thats why I dont give a fuck about bloody pools 

Leave em in that, fuck that 

Bust back, real thugs stay strapped 

You dream about it, but I really live that 

Yes I love that honey but, oh 

I love that money, that money so much moe! 



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)
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