The Pay Back lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
sh*t 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*gga, 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*ck if you stay strapped, got the drop it's hard to spray back
That's what you get when you borrow sh*t, and never pay back
So n*gga 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*t
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*tched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy
So n*gga what now? Got the whole game f*cked 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 killed and nap napped
Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low
Never sleep though, on point don't make a n*gga 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 palms 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 c*cked
The way we popped up, so shocked, n*ggas made our backs rock
Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right
Holdin' sh*t wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right
Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights
n*ggas 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 killin'
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*ckin' n*gga! 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*gga, 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)