Pay - Esham, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Growing up, living in a panic zone

Spitting wicket shit on the microphone

Smoke that shit, your brains be blown

You gone, nigga wrong

Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss

One-eight-seven ain’t nothing but spaghetti sauce

Cross me you pay all costs

Heres one your ass just lost

All y’all must pay

Every dog has his day

Thats the reason they made the AK

Who just made the 10 o clock news?

Blew that boy up out his shoes

Old rules, left no clues

Body found floating in a bloody pool

Mass hysteria in America

Game locked down like a pitbull terrier

Bitch been a millionaire, I still won’t marry ya

Slugs to you head, six people Pal-bury ya

Colgate froze flows like cocaine

Mental overdose explode your brain

Some might think that it’s insane

To take a gun cock back and aim

You know you can’t play me, baby, gotta pay me

You know you can’t play me, baby, gotta pay me

You know you can’t play me, baby, gotta pay me

You know you can’t play me, baby, gotta pay me

See the number one mission be to get this cash

And if a nigga fuck with that, I’m a get in his ass

I pull the trigger, squeeze, blast if you think you gon last

Seventeen to the spleen, you a thing of the past

When I really wanna smash I hit the stash spot

Put the nine to your mind and clean your cash out

See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me

A thug about my business, I’ll do ya homie

Drink the O-E and tote the Tech Nine

I don’t care what you claim, you gonn respect mine

Mean time, in between time, on the Esham

Finda put it down when it come to the green now

Look into my eyes, tell me can you really see?

Its the truth when I rap cause I bring mine

Bring it like I bring it cause nigga O-T

Original Thugsta from the B-O-N-E

C-Town to the D-Town

Its a Midwest thang we let 'em hang to the grees-ound

Smokin trees by the P’s-ound

Blowing big with my niggas, motherfuckers wanna be down

But I’m a hit ya with the heat now

Cause when I creep now, deep down, nigga wanna let it go

But when it comes to the fetty, yo

You see a rich motherfucker turn straight into a wetty ho

All the way from the C-Town

To the motherfucking D-Town

We down to get it cracking robbin’em and rappin, jackin

Whutever make us happy

And a nigga only happy if he got some cash

But if I’m broke as fuck then I’m mad

Ready to put a gun to some unlucky motherfuckers ass

And I’m a take him for the stash, break him

Leave the nigga there lookin sad

But if he tryin jump bad, I’m a fade him

The nigga gave me no ultimatum and I don’t play that shit

Unhand the money, nigga

Pay me, I don’t got all day

I got a couple motherfuckers to break

I want skrilla, for rilla

Killa, doller bill-a

This trigger is not ya friend and it gots no heart

So don’t be thinking I won’t stop yours

Give me everything ya got boy

You are now caught in the midst of original

Wigsplitter killer criminals

Better watch out boy you might die!

Nigga, told the nigga show love

Cause I gotta get mine even if I must bust

Said again I been good

But I’m still in the streets with heat cause a nigga gotta eat

Its a Bone thing, what?

Cause I love some money

Funky, filthy, dirty money

And I really hope ya don’t owe me

Cause I really love my money

Ya die

I don’t give a fuck if it’s made in the hood

I don’t give a fuck man, they say its all good

Just give me my cheese or else.

somebody gon bleed

Can you feel that?

Nigga get back what you don’t believe

Ain’t no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves

Dressed like a picture flash and I get you

No cameras here just nine millimeters

I’m not gonna lose, real thug, really though, paid my dues

But niggas wanna test ain’t no tellin who

Thats why I don’t give a fuck about bloody pools

Leave 'em in that, fuck that

Bust back, real thugs stay strapped

You dream about it, but I really live that

Yes I love that honey but, oh

I love that money, that money so much mo'!