Frankie Cutlass

Frankie Cutlass - Pay Ya Dues lyrics

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(Keith Murray)
 Yo yo yo yo yo yo come here  come here nigga  let me talk to you for a
 minute
 Yo  yo  word up  it's muthafucking L.O.D.  Def Squad
 Cutlass in the house  Redman in the house
 You know what time it is  boy  watch your back
 When I see y'all  pull your dreads out your scalp  check it
 From the Secaucus Mountain to the African Sea
 Not near muthafucka want to fuck wit me
 Keith Murray, the ultimate Def Squad ?lean?
 Doin niggas in, twisting off Barcardi mixed wit Heineken
 I make niggas not want to leave the block
 Get caught out of bounds and get you wig ?clocked?
 I put a hole in the chest of any nigga trying to be the best
 Who the fuck you think you trying to impress
 I express stress for any nigga out there lying to the press
 I'll put your soul to rest
 Wherever you be at, pack your gat
 Cuz police wanna know where the bitches and the money at
 But fuck it, bust it, we'll discuss it
 On a later date when you see me wit Frankie in the Cutlass
 (Chorus)-(Busta Rhymes)
 Sorry homeboy but your flow sound used
 Got to pay ya dues, baby, you know the rules (4x)
 (Coco Brovaz)
 Me said, dem not ready, dem not really ready
 Fa test this, dem not really ready, fa test this, spliff
 Dem not really ready fa test this, a black spliff
 That I roll wide and pass it over to the side
 P.S.C, Coco be smoking up the ride
 We got a job to do (for who) never no mind you
 The time is now, it's going down, I'm glad I found you
 Yo ?when we merking you? that got you talking so fast
 And let me know, am I gonna have to ?boot to D? your ass
 Oh for some reason, some feel it's the season
 To be good scheming, on that teaming thang
 (Some niggas got the green, thinking they can hang)
 So let's take it to the square where Boot Camp is bang
 Like Iron Mike, fresh out, on this hunt for gold
 Tell Frankie, throw the Cutlass on cruise control
 We ?have to be out?, breeze out to the weed house
 From Midtown, hit the FDR heading South
 (No doubt) plus big up to Stash, count the cash before we go in
 ?Cuz plain co' through the do'?
 Trying to catch niggas wit they eyes closed
 (Niggas wit they eyes closed)
 Move swift and stay on your toes( stay on your tippy, tippy toes)
 More brothers on the borderline (borderline)
 Bless the sound and get ?dent? same time
 Wicked sound, ?come foy?, Sound Bwoy Burial style
 Chorus
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Author: Frank Malave

Composer: ?

Publisher: Relativity Recordings, Inc.

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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