(feat. 4-Zone)



I remember forever

What I would to get better

When I was cruisin' Winnetka

That's when the crew was together

We use the music to sympathize

with the people in disguise

Never mind, never stop, never look back though

Just keep on going right

So that's what I did when I got up in the crib

Just right and split my wig

Can't even think,

Got a block I'm stuck

So I had to turn around and dig

Reach, reach, pull out somethin'

I don't really know but the sound keep bumpin

Round and round, we go pound the ground below 

Sound at every front, yeah

There it is, turn it up, tha t's what I like

When I'm on stage, live, when I'm rappin' on the mic

And the people in the front wanna clap, wanna hype

And people who wanna smoke in the back pack in the pipe

That's tight, aight, so

Never know when we just might blow

So I had to put it down with the song

Styles of Beyond and that's how the night go



You want that shit, but not for free

We don't take checks or property

So 'bout that mess but not with me

Unless you got that proper fee

And if you can't come up with it

I can't make in those purchases

And blow my dough on kicks and shit

It's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a)



Problem with the sound, nah

Fuck you, pay me

I'mma put you on the ground now

Fuck you, pay me

If the club burned down, mutha

Fuck you , pay me

10 bucks are 30 thou now

Fuck you pay me

Listen,

You want it free, I don't agree, I'm not a rookie now

So fuck your benefit show if you gettin' 30 thou

This ain't a song about "I'm pimpin' this hoe" , it's about

Gettin' whats sold and then putting food in ya mouth, check it out

Shit dont quit when the clock is off

Get my chips, dawn to dark

Get dough all day, whether right or wrong gotta

Get paid like a normal job, aye

No checks, just cash

No risk, no tax

Okay, let's go, we got it

Promotin' so demonic

Don't wanna blow no chronic

I'm 'bout to fucking vomit, aye

you want it free on me and then fine but

Not on my time punk, you gotta be out your mind

I'm bringin' all the heads and watch the crowd

Hands up and they screamin' out “Styles, Styles, Styles”



You want that shit, but not for free

We don't take checks or property

So 'bout that mess but not with me

Unless you got that proper fee

And if you can't come up with it

I can't make in those purchases

And blow my dough on kicks and shit

It's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a)



You ain't been around a while but you aint gettin' paid and people bite your styles

(You want that shit but not for free)

When you wanna get the check with no respect and all they do is smile

(We don't take checks or property)

When you wanna give it up say "What the fuck?" and change that radio dial

(So 'bout that mess but not with me)

Well, I'm finally gettin' paid 'cause I'm up in the game and that's why many go wild

(Unless you got that proper fee)



[4-Zone:]

I could see you see whats there for real

Infest the bones todays top fake a**

Pimps that should that niggas think they running but

What its he say she say

Huh, playa you mysin up on another horizon

Talkin' on your pimp payed verizon

Always high, tryin to pimp ho*s

But you aint game on the mic

I be the first to say i aint pimpin

Just got a little juice

Drippin, come through before catching hittin and leave with no bull shittin'

'Cause it makes no sense to me

With your makin love fantasies

First thing, gotta give a light on the side tryin now were red burns on the past weekend

All good aint cold

All cold aint good

Better get it right

All yall aint thanking

Just sippin on da foam late at night



You want that shit, but not for free

We don't take checks or property

So 'bout that mess but not with me

Unless you got that proper fee

And if you can't come up with it

I can't make in those purchases

And blow my dough on kicks and shit

It's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a)