After Platinum Records - Pay Up lyrics

Intro Soundbite: It ain't just about the money It's nothing Know what it's about? It's about f**ing those skeezers like that right there It's about driving them fly a** cars And it's never gonna be about nothing Told you bout a n***a like me Verse 1: Hey yo this sh** is getting critical, you n***as getting pitiful, Thinking minuscule, I think they thinking I'm in the school, No, I'm into schooling these foolish n***as who bend the rules If you don't want the ceiling to cave in you gotta bend the roof Bend the truth to make a straight liar out a crooked n***a, In my hood it be Ks bucking but I ain't a Brooklyn n***a Look here n***a You girl look here cause this the look here n***a, It's magic, you get no looks here n***a No it's magic, you get no looks, here n***a, You pebbles in the pond only on your first ripple, I'm Jordan's first dribble, Larry Bird's first triple, I'm beyond you n***as, a bionic writer I'm tiger with the iron, the eye on the tiger An iconic n***a, hikin' on the sun Snappin' early like I told my n***as hike it on the one, HUT And before you get a HUT 2 I'll hunt you down and even show up at your hut too Speaking of hustle, your b**h just get to these loose balls, Took her to see Jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws But my man gave me them 2 jars The purple that had us doing circles like we in new cars, I planted a bomb, I'm about to bomb planets My plan is for you n***as to go into a calm panic Lyrical armed bandit, bombs get your arms bandaged One palm planning to get your whole arm handed Back to you then b**h I get back to you As I'm back to it in that Maybach and I back through you You ain't bad as me, I'm bad for you and bad to you Chop you in half n***a, you'll happen to have two you While having it happen to you, do you have it at all? I'm stabbing your doll and I don't mean practicing black voodoo I'm that doodoo, matter of fact I'm a rap guru You crap poopoo, whack b**boo, I rap coocoo Who you? Just a n***a I gotta pry apart And black on your track like tire marks Attired mark, n***a I don't buy your heart You should go and buy a heart, try to spark a fire starter And throw your book in the fireplace Retire gracefully fully, back in this b**h Packing the mack in the back of the hip Having the sickest miraculous sh** that happened to hit Having them hits, happy to sh** on them rappers that b**h Trapping you b**h, gripping them bricks, we'll hustle n***a Just hustle harder than other n***as Cause I'm from it n***a, success don't make me above it n***a, Yeah I love my n***as, they might f** your bummy rat You know, when we with your Pooh we never bring your honey back Woah, no, homie don't say that He hits him in the head, homie don't play that Way back, when I was just bumping Pun's sh** Catchin' every pun cause Cannabis had dumb flips Eminem k**ed Dre and Kim in his raps It Was Written was my favorite, I slayed a ten minute flat rhyme for Puffy And that n***a gave me a deal Then the feds came along and damn near gave me the chills Cause they took all my n***as, my n***as took to the streets They took our studio from us, they took my hooks and my beats But now I'm hooked, I'm a beast, and I'm back and I'm better I was becoming the king, now I'm back for the cheddar Pay up