| Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
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| shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
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| I’ma see him in a minute son, hu, it’s on AZ:
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| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at Keep frontin’nigga, showin’ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
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| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain’t afraid to push ya top back
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| That’s what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back
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| So nigga say that, frontin’like you can’t lay flat
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| You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back
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| Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit
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| Thought I was twisted
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| Beat that, been home since Christmas
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| Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I.
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| From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy
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| So nigga what now? |
| Got the whole game fucked now
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| Who you trust now? |
| See you tinted up your truck now
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| No need to back track, next time know who you blast at For gettin’black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped
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| Now the streets know, nuttin’left for us to keep low
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| Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low
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| Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12
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| Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don’t look well
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| Left his mom stressed, now it’s time to bomb the projects
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| Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat
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| Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out
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| She don’t deserve clout, flippin’wit the cotton herb mouth
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| On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked
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| The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock
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| Broad daylight, y’all hustle fake, and don’t play right
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| Holdin’shit wit broken clips that spit, but don’t spray right
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| Clothes, cars &ice, hard to remember starvin’nights
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| Niggas startin’fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin’pipes
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| Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price
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| Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight
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| All illin', navigatin’four wheelin'
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| Alcohol spillin', marinatin’on your killin'
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| Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all
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| Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball)
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| {Tim Roth from Hoodlum: «You're a dead fuckin’nigger! |
| You hear me?
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| You’re dead!"}
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| CHORUS:
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| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah)
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| Keep frontin’nigga, showin’ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
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| (get it snatched)
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| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain’t afraid to push ya to back (uh huh)
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| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin’nigga, showin’ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
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| (keep frontin')
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| Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor)
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| Gotcha block mapped and ain’t afraid to push ya top back
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| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin’nigga, showin’ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
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| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain’t afraid to push ya top back
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| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin’nigga, showin’ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
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| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped, and ain’t afraid to push ya top back
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| I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin’nigga, showin’ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
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| Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped, and ain’t afraid to push ya top back
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| (top back, top back, top back, top back…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pay Back , by - AZ. Song from the album Pieces Of A Man, in the genre Поп