Gucci Jones - The Pay Back lyrics

[Intro] Yeah son, I know you can hear me man sh** been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu But I found out the cat that did that, word to minds I'mma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on {​Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."}​ [Verse 1] I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at Keep frontin' n***a, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back f** if you stay straped, got the drop it's hard to spray back That's what you get when you borrow sh**, and never pay back So n***a say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped sh** Thought I was twisted, beat that, been home since Christmas Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I From this next b**hed named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy So n***a what now? Got the whole game f**ed now Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now No need to back track, next time know who you blast at For gettin' Black clapped, got your cousin k**ed and nap napped Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low Never sleep though, on point don't make a n***a reach low Up in Brookdale, heard my little man took 12 Jagged hook shells, doctors claim it don't look well Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats co*ked The way we popped up, so shocked, n***as made our backs rock Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right Holdin' sh** wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights n***as startin' fights, narcs in the dark, coke cloggin' pipes Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight All illin', navigatin' four wheelin' Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your k**in' Like a contest losers fall, winner takes all Judges make calls, kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball) {​Tim Roth from Hoodlum: "You're a dead f**in' n***a! You hear me? You're dead!"}​ {​Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."}​ [Hook x5] I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah) Keep frontin' n***a, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched (get it snatched) Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh)