Pay Per View Lyrics

作曲 : Paul Hartnoll/Phil Hartnoll

Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out

Yo this is the answer

Its a dirty, dirty, dirty dance

If we don't get the money we want were locked out

That's why I run with them Harlem World *z

And everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in what we do

That's why this sh*t is Pay Per View

The Answer do mad dirt

Won't hesitate to put in work

Verbal hair trigga

Whatchu up ni**a

Lets see your figgas

Is this all you got in your little bank account?

Entrepre ni**a bounce

Come back with a much larger amount

And I still stop your bank and what you got in it

As soon as I win it I spend it

In the Benz that's tinted

True balla

I f**k and you call her

I bust nuts and you spoil her

You know the game militant track race

F**k pretty

Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place

And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi

A.I, Betha in Miami

G's in our pockets

Pullin' out on these b**ches like tubs and crocket

When there is cheddar to get

Huddy be ready to spit

Thug from the past

Sold drugs by the slab

Use to transport coke through cabs

Like a fork to the hill

Until my ni**a Black got killed

Talkin' guns

These *s talk with ones

Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips

I felt your pain b**ch ni**a shoot your brains

Four point six with MA$E that's four more chips

Four more dimes can give us head like four more times

I bound the four

All Out were down to ball

I popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the top

I doin' a six

My and OZ screwin' your b**ch

My money in NY as long as this sh*t

That's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick

When I pop the shot I don't give a f**k who I hit

Huddy Combs, smoothest ni**a to ever do all this sh*t

These motherf**kers smilin'

You know I'm the only ni**a playin'

We ain't playin' withchu ni**a

Yall *s forgettin' my man is the same ni**a who put Mike on skates

You tryin' to cross over

We don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no land

We go where we want, do what ever we want to do

We don't get the money we want were locked out

We don't need ten days contract *s

Is you forgettin' *s we don't walk on

We franchise sh*t

You know these *s? (I don't know these *s)

All in your face!

BOY!!

Hey yo I gave you a choice

Yall chose the ruff route

Little faggot a** *s get duffed out

With black eyes, your lips all puffed out

In the alleyways screamin' with your guts out

You just entered a world you know nothing about

We put bricks in b**ches while you huff and pout

Steal dreams and politics frill teams

We probably have enough chips to build teams

And if there is no build promise its full of cream

Do-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my green

Its like that

You p**sy just like cat

I take your man and you wishin' he could fight back

But he can't cuz ny *s is like crack

We take a hit and you better come right back

And kill you, I assure you its real boo

We in your hood for hoodies and steel too

And anything you *s want we while do

And all you cats that real I feel you

Because I'm real too

Kill but I ill too

I had respect since I was young and still do

Ain't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and money

I might steal you with death to W Trout

Now I'm on the beat x4

Yo

All the *s that I'm runnin' with is live and low

Chippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of coke

You know my steez, ni**a I die before I'm broke

Kill *s mob style then wipe

You want beef with Murder ni**a get the studded

Insulated turn back when spit the pellets

Not only do I do dirt I live to tell it

Leave body in the crib so kids can smell it

How you gon know how I feel?

Can't friend cuz most of them killed

And the other flipped over a deal

*s clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be real

What happened to point blank run a hole in his grill

You got money to lose ni**a bet against MA$E

I had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fish

Yall *s is fish cake like I said on my tape

No matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$E

You know where I am

Know where I stand

I'm the only ni**a tellin' this willie sh*t first hand

Got damn

I got sunblock on catchin' a light tan

Floatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sand

Get a hundred grand to spit

Fifty grand to use it

Fifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse it

F**k makin' raps for the love of music

Have of them in you for a video and don't even included it B**CH!