Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make You Pay, artist - Raekwon. Album song The Vatican Mixtape, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YLimit
Song language: English
Make You Pay |
Yo you gotta love that |
(For lovin you my life, For lovin you my wife) |
That was a shot |
(Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay) |
Let’s go, Come on |
(For lovin you my life) Uh huh |
(Is the pain for heaven) Let’s go |
(Want you to) Uh huh (Make you pay) |
That’s right (For leavin you my life) |
Let’s go (Is the pain for heaven) |
Sorry hood niggas go against good niggas, Regulate the gate |
Tap many states, Still hit hood bitches |
Money green leathers, Gloves on, Drugs on niggas |
Dressed in gates, All of us love niggas |
Chickens love rims, Brims on wool coats and tims |
Nails done up the color of their beige skin |
Let me 2-way the rap game, Who love the rap game |
Fuck them niggas who ain’t, And I’ll smash that nigga |
Dumped in the biggest river, Savage, You can’t fuck with lavish |
And I’m here now, I’ma say it again yo |
Who want the chair now, Just not them days you was in |
Yo poly with the realest niggas, Illest villians with capes |
Pull up in big benzes, Handlin business |
Lex forgot my lenses, Strong when I’m in this |
Shorty like Daddy is vintage, Come on |
Want to, Make you pay |
For lovin you my life, Is the pain for heaven |
Want to, Make you pay |
For leavin you my life, Is the pain for heaven |
Now I’ma rope this, Elope to this |
Yeah, Nothin could steal the flow, The kid possess guaranteed dope shit |
Clean Prada jeans on, Relentless, Tint this, Bitch big on this |
Screw ill wrist, His style is Park Hill-ness, Built miss |
Show em how I feel, Let em fill all the mail out, Ill shit |
Still with come on, All real niggas in the fit |
Big breasts, Stay gettin head, Deal with it |
Most of us just got skill wit it |
Come on toast Me, You, RZA, Ghost, Meth, Real vivid |
Still beefin, Still gettin it |
We just predicted it, We just ill wizards, Live with it |
We caviar, Popin shrimp with it |
Whatever pimp did it, I’ll be in the back on a temp get it |
Throw the vest on, I still get em |
We’ll get rid of em, We leave their head in the livin room |