The Payback Songtext
von 187
The Payback Songtext
187 Dumping niggas up in ditches
Fool we killing snitches
Big P from 187 representing with my man TJ Lavin
Spice 1, 187 putting this shit down
A nice game of ping pong
A great big campfire with a great big sing along
Sweet piece of pie, clouds in the sky
Girlies everywhere, boys wide open eyes
The sun shines bright, I′m feeling alright
I'm guaranteed to hit the club when it hits night
Everybody looking for the perfect match
Just like the perfect pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
A kiss upon the cheek, a nice sandy beach
Girlies everywhere and all within reach
A round happy smile, money in the pile
Friendly people packed the streets mile after mile
But then I wake up and see it′s only a dream
Shots going off like a clip in the team
Rocks getting slung all through the neighborhood
Little man buying more just to make him feel good
Everybody not understanding the topic
I got the knowledge so I drop it
But not the soap bro cause nothing's going up my doo-doo ho
And if you try that's a mistake you get baked like a cake
Without no frosting heads tossed in the air
And now you ass is getting tossed in
And your parents are there viewing you screaming
For the pay back your brother′s just dreaming
Swearing that he′s gonna get the heads that did this
But you know he can't cause there ain′t no witness
Standing at the back of the room just paying my respects
I'm stalking out the silly suckers who are next
It′s the payback
This grudge right here is going way back
Now you know the 187 don't play that
It′s the payback
It's the payback
Going way back
Cause it's the payback, uh oh you thought I was dead
Well here I am motherfucker with a gun to your head
Had fun painting the walls of my house blood red
Killing my whole damn family while I′m lying in bed
And then fled, now you gonna pay the ultimate price
Only what you did to me I′m gonna do to you twice
Click bang the shot rang right through your leg
That's right bitch now get on them knees and beg
For forgiveness but you know you won′t receive
You even killed the fucking dog how the hell'd you miss me
Oh well here I go one more shot and I′m through
Stand up like a man and get what's coming to you
Cause it′s the payback the ultimate form of collection
Look at the chrome on the barrel can you see your reflection
I hope so, hope you see that look on your face
Quit trying bitch you're going to another place
It's an East Bay thang, an AK thang
Niggas hit the intersection in a Benz and swang
Corleone with my niggas chopping up hella game
Talking bout we just robbed some grenades from a train
But just living in the city is a serious task
Motherfuckers don′t know what hit ′em and don't have time to ask
Put the pistol whip down, nigga get on the ground
Slanging everything from uzis to quarter pounds
Of yay to sticky green
The Killafornia scene g-strings and triple beams
Politicians for fiends
The cream, that′s what these motherfuckers scream
Bitches and money is what these hustlers dream
Triple gold thangs, Benzos and Impalas
Painting money signs on my pitbull and I call the bitch Dollar
Dollar, Dollar, Dollar, call the bitch Dollar
It's the payback
This grudge right here is going way back
Now you know the 187 don′t play that
It's the payback
It′s the payback
Going way back
The boss is locked up I got the feeling in my gut
Shit I got to strive, got to survive
Whatever it takes to stay alive
Things are getting deep, nothing's getting cheap
I'm only making it day by day
When it used to be week to week well
To hell with my friends I gotta make ends
It′s either me or you so tell me what the hell am I supposed to do
I heard of trust but trust made me go bust in the first damn place
I′m trying to get home but I'm stuck on first base
And you still want to jack me
Had your boys come and try to attack me
Mistake number one as I grabbed for the gun
I aim it and I fire
Grab the money, the dope and smoke the bower
The rest went for safety
If they get away I know they′ll be back to waste me
So that can't happen so I started capping
Leaving no one to stand and no one to crawl
As I blasted the one yo I blasted them all
As I jumped in the ride and rode away
I told your punk ass yo you′re gonna pay
It's the payback
This grudge right here is going way back
Now you know the 187 don′t play that
It's the payback
It's the payback
Going way back
Fool we killing snitches
Big P from 187 representing with my man TJ Lavin
Spice 1, 187 putting this shit down
A nice game of ping pong
A great big campfire with a great big sing along
Sweet piece of pie, clouds in the sky
Girlies everywhere, boys wide open eyes
The sun shines bright, I′m feeling alright
I'm guaranteed to hit the club when it hits night
Everybody looking for the perfect match
Just like the perfect pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
A kiss upon the cheek, a nice sandy beach
Girlies everywhere and all within reach
A round happy smile, money in the pile
Friendly people packed the streets mile after mile
But then I wake up and see it′s only a dream
Shots going off like a clip in the team
Rocks getting slung all through the neighborhood
Little man buying more just to make him feel good
Everybody not understanding the topic
I got the knowledge so I drop it
But not the soap bro cause nothing's going up my doo-doo ho
And if you try that's a mistake you get baked like a cake
Without no frosting heads tossed in the air
And now you ass is getting tossed in
And your parents are there viewing you screaming
For the pay back your brother′s just dreaming
Swearing that he′s gonna get the heads that did this
But you know he can't cause there ain′t no witness
Standing at the back of the room just paying my respects
I'm stalking out the silly suckers who are next
It′s the payback
This grudge right here is going way back
Now you know the 187 don't play that
It′s the payback
It's the payback
Going way back
Cause it's the payback, uh oh you thought I was dead
Well here I am motherfucker with a gun to your head
Had fun painting the walls of my house blood red
Killing my whole damn family while I′m lying in bed
And then fled, now you gonna pay the ultimate price
Only what you did to me I′m gonna do to you twice
Click bang the shot rang right through your leg
That's right bitch now get on them knees and beg
For forgiveness but you know you won′t receive
You even killed the fucking dog how the hell'd you miss me
Oh well here I go one more shot and I′m through
Stand up like a man and get what's coming to you
Cause it′s the payback the ultimate form of collection
Look at the chrome on the barrel can you see your reflection
I hope so, hope you see that look on your face
Quit trying bitch you're going to another place
It's an East Bay thang, an AK thang
Niggas hit the intersection in a Benz and swang
Corleone with my niggas chopping up hella game
Talking bout we just robbed some grenades from a train
But just living in the city is a serious task
Motherfuckers don′t know what hit ′em and don't have time to ask
Put the pistol whip down, nigga get on the ground
Slanging everything from uzis to quarter pounds
Of yay to sticky green
The Killafornia scene g-strings and triple beams
Politicians for fiends
The cream, that′s what these motherfuckers scream
Bitches and money is what these hustlers dream
Triple gold thangs, Benzos and Impalas
Painting money signs on my pitbull and I call the bitch Dollar
Dollar, Dollar, Dollar, call the bitch Dollar
It's the payback
This grudge right here is going way back
Now you know the 187 don′t play that
It's the payback
It′s the payback
Going way back
The boss is locked up I got the feeling in my gut
Shit I got to strive, got to survive
Whatever it takes to stay alive
Things are getting deep, nothing's getting cheap
I'm only making it day by day
When it used to be week to week well
To hell with my friends I gotta make ends
It′s either me or you so tell me what the hell am I supposed to do
I heard of trust but trust made me go bust in the first damn place
I′m trying to get home but I'm stuck on first base
And you still want to jack me
Had your boys come and try to attack me
Mistake number one as I grabbed for the gun
I aim it and I fire
Grab the money, the dope and smoke the bower
The rest went for safety
If they get away I know they′ll be back to waste me
So that can't happen so I started capping
Leaving no one to stand and no one to crawl
As I blasted the one yo I blasted them all
As I jumped in the ride and rode away
I told your punk ass yo you′re gonna pay
It's the payback
This grudge right here is going way back
Now you know the 187 don′t play that
It's the payback
It's the payback
Going way back
Writer(s): James Brown, Fred Wesley, John Starks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
