Текст King Los – Pay Up

It’s about fucking those skeezers like that right there
Cause it’s about those fly ass clothes
And it’s never gonna be about nothing
Told you bout a nigga like me

Los:
Hey yo that shit it’s getting critical, you niggas getting pitiful,
Thinking minuscule, I think they think I’m in the scoop,
No, I’m in the schooling these foolish niggas 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 of crooked nigga,
In my hood it be Ks bucking but I ain’t a Brooklyn nigga,
Look here nigga,
You girl look here cause this the look here nigga,
It’s magic, you get no looks here nigga,
No, it’s magic, you get no looks, here nigga,
You pebble’s in the pond, only on your first ripple,
I’m Jordan’s first dribble, Larry Bird’s first triple,
I’m beyond you niggas, a bionic writer,
I’m tiger with the ion, the eye on the tiger,
An icon nigga, hickin on the sun,
Snappin early like I told my niggas, 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 bitch just get to the loose balls,
Took her to see Jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws,
But my man gave me them 2 jobs,

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 niggas to go into a calm panic,
Lyrical arm bandit, bombs get your arms bandaged,
One palm, planning to get your whole arm handed,
Back to you then bitch 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 nigga, 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 booboo, I rap coocoo,
Who you? Just a nigga, I got a pry apart,
And black on your track like tire marks,
Attired mark, nigga 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 bitch,
Packing the mack in the back of the hip,
Having this sick is miraculous shit that happen to him,
Having them hits, happy to shit on them rappers that bitch,
Chopping you bitch, gripping them bricks, we’ll hustle nigga,
Just hustle harder than other niggas,
Cause I’m from it niggas, success don’t make above it nigga,
Yea, I love my niggas, they might fuck 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 Puns shit,
Catchin every pun cause Cannabis had dumb flips,
Eminem killed Dre and Kim in his raps,
It Was Written, was my favorite, I slayed it to many flat rhymes for Puffy,
And that nigga gave me a deal,
Then the feds came along and damn near gave me the chills,
Cause they took all my niggas, my niggas took to the streets,
They 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.