Styles Of Beyond - Pay Me
(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)
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)
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