Allen Iverson

Allen Iverson - Pay Per View lyrics

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[Mase]

Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out



[Allen Iverson]

Yo this is the answer

Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance

If we don't get the money we want were locked out

That's why I run with them Harlem World niggaz

And everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in what we do

That's why this shit is Pay Per View



Verse One: Allen Iverson



The Answer do mad dirt

Won't hesitate to put in work

Verbal hair trigga

Whatchu up nigga

Lets see your figgas

Is this all you got in your little bank account?

Entrepre nigga bounce

Come back with a much larger amount

And I still stop your bank and what you got in it

As soon as I win it I spend it

In the Benz that's tinted

True balla

I fuck and you call her

I bust nuts and you spoil her

You know the game militant track race

Fuck pretty

Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place

And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi

A.I, Betha in Miami

G's in our pockets

Pullin' out on these bitches like tubs and crocket



Verse Two: Huddy Combs



When there is cheddar to get

Huddy be ready to spit

Thug from the past

Sold drugs by the slab

Use to transport coke through cabs

Like a fork to the hill

Until my nigga Black got killed

Talkin' guns

These niggas talk with ones

Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips

I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains

Four point six with MA$E that's four more chips

Four more dimes can give us head like four more times

I bound the four

All Out were down to ball

I popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the top

I doin' a six

My and OZ screwin' your bitch

My money in NY as long as this shit

That's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick

When I pop the shot I don't give a fuck who I hit

Huddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit



[MA$E]

These motherfuckers smilin'

You know I'm the only nigga playin'

We ain't playin' withchu nigga

Yall niggas forgettin' my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skates

You tryin' to cross over

We don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no land

We go where we want, do what ever we want to do

We don't get the money we want were locked out

We don't need ten days contract niggas

Is you forgettin' niggas we don't walk on

We franchise shit

You know these niggas? (I don't know these niggas)

All in your face!

BOY!!



Verse Three: Mysonne



Hey yo I gave you a choice

Yall chose the ruff route

Little faggot ass niggas get duffed out

With black eyes, your lips all puffed out

In the alleyways screamin' with your guts out

You just entered a world you know nothing about

We put bricks in bitches while you huff and pout

Steal dreams and politics frill teams

We probably have enough chips to build teams

And if there is no build promise its full of cream

Do-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my green

Its like that

You pussy just like cat

I take your man and you wishin' he could fight back

But he can't cuz ny niggas is like crack

We take a hit and you better come right back

And kill you, I assure you its real boo

We in your hood for hoodies and steel too

And anything you niggas want we while do

And all you cats that real I feel you

Because I'm real too

Kill but I ill too

I had respect since I was young and still do

Ain't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and money

I might steal you with death to W Trout



[MA$E]

Now I'm on the beat x4



Verse Four: MA$E



Yo

All the niggas that I'm runnin' with is live and low

Chippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of coke

You know my steez, nigga I die before I'm broke

Kill niggas mob style then wipe ???

You want beef with Murder nigga get the studded

Insulated turn back when spit the pellets

Not only do I do dirt I live to tell it

Leave body in the crib so kids can smell it

How you gon know how I feel?

Can't friend cuz most of them killed

And the other flipped over a deal

Niggas clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be real

What happened to point blank run a hole in his grill

You got money to lose nigga bet against MA$E

I had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fish

Yall niggas is fish cake like I said on my tape

No matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$E

You know where I am

Know where I stand

I'm the only nigga tellin' this willie shit first hand

Got damn

I got sunblock on catchin' a light tan

Floatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sand

Get a hundred grand to spit

Fifty grand to use it

Fifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse it

Fuck makin' raps for the love of music

Have of them in you for a video and don't even included it BITCH!
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