The Pay Back

AZ:<br>Yeah son, I know you can hear me man<br>shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu<br>but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds<br>I`ma see him in a minute son, hu, it`s on<br><br>{Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."}<br><br>AZ:<br>I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at<br>Keep frontin` nigga, showin` ya Roley, getcha watch snatched<br>Watch that, know where your moms shop at<br>Gotcha block mapped and ain`t afraid to push ya top back<br>That`s what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back<br>So nigga say that, frontin` like you can`t lay flat<br>You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back<br>Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit<br>Thought I was twisted<br>Beat that, been home since Christmas<br>Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I.<br>From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy<br>So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked now<br>Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now<br>No need to back track, next time know who you blast at<br>For gettin` black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped<br>Now the streets know, nuttin` left for us to keep low<br>Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low<br>Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12<br>Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don`t look well<br>Left his mom stressed, now it`s time to bomb the projects<br>Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat<br>Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out<br>She don`t deserve clout, flippin` wit the cotton herb mouth<br>On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked<br>The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock<br>Broad daylight, y`all hustle fake, and don`t play right<br>Holdin` shit wit broken clips that spit, but don`t spray right<br>Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin` nights<br>Niggas startin` fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin` pipes<br>Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price<br>Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin`, slowly outta sight<br>All illin`, navigatin` four wheelin`<br>Alcohol spillin`, marinatin` on your killin`<br>Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all<br>Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball)<br><br>{Tim Roth from Hoodlum: "You`re a dead fuckin` nigger! You hear me? <br>You`re dead!"}<br>{Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: "Get ready for your final thrill."}<br><br>CHORUS: [AZ]<br>I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah)<br>Keep frontin` nigga, showin` ya Roley, getcha watch snatched<br>(get it snatched)<br>Watch that, know where your moms shop at<br>Gotcha block mapped and ain`t afraid to push ya to back (uh huh)<br><br>I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at <br>Keep frontin` nigga, showin` ya Roley, getcha watch snatched<br>(keep frontin`)<br>Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor)<br>Gotcha block mapped and ain`t afraid to push ya top back<br><br>I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at<br>Keep frontin` nigga, showin` ya Roley, getcha watch snatched<br>Watch that, know where your moms shop at<br>Gotcha block mapped and ain`t afraid to push ya top back<br><br>I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at<br>{Tim Roth piece}<br>Keep frontin` nigga, showin` ya Roley, getcha watch snatched<br>Watch that, know where your moms shop at<br>Gotcha block mapped, and ain`t afraid to push ya top back<br><br>I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at<br>Keep frontin` nigga, showin` ya Roley, getcha watch snatched<br>Watch that, know where your moms shop at<br>Gotcha block mapped, and ain`t afraid to push ya top back<br>(top back, top back, top back, top back.....)