Styles Of Beyond - Pay Me (feat. 4-Zone)

I remember forever What I would to get better When I was cruisin' Winnetka That's when the crew was together We use the music to sympathize with the people in disguise Never mind, never stop, never look back though Just keep on going right So that's what I did when I got up in the crib Just right and split my wig Can't even think, Got a block I'm stuck So I had to turn around and dig Reach, reach, pull out somethin' I don't really know but the sound keep bumpin Round and round, we go pound the ground below Sound at every front, yeah There it is, turn it up, tha t's what I like When I'm on stage, live, when I'm rappin' on the mic And the people in the front wanna clap, wanna hype And people who wanna smoke in the back pack in the pipe That's tight, aight, so Never know when we just might blow So I had to put it down with the song Styles of Beyond and that's how the night go You want that shit, but not for free We don't take checks or property So 'bout that mess but not with me Unless you got that proper fee And if you can't come up with it I can't make in those purchases And blow my dough on kicks and shit It's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a) Problem with the sound, nah Fuck you, pay me I'mma put you on the ground now Fuck you, pay me If the club burned down, mutha Fuck you , pay me 10 bucks are 30 thou now Fuck you pay me Listen, You want it free, I don't agree, I'm not a rookie now So fuck your benefit show if you gettin' 30 thou This ain't a song about "I'm pimpin' this hoe" , it's about Gettin' whats sold and then putting food in ya mouth, check it out Shit dont quit when the clock is off Get my chips, dawn to dark Get dough all day, whether right or wrong gotta Get paid like a normal job, aye No checks, just cash No risk, no tax Okay, let's go, we got it Promotin' so demonic Don't wanna blow no chronic I'm 'bout to fucking vomit, aye you want it free on me and then fine but Not on my time punk, you gotta be out your mind I'm bringin' all the heads and watch the crowd Hands up and they screamin' out “Styles, Styles, Styles” You want that shit, but not for free We don't take checks or property So 'bout that mess but not with me Unless you got that proper fee And if you can't come up with it I can't make in those purchases And blow my dough on kicks and shit It's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a) You ain't been around a while but you aint gettin' paid and people bite your styles (You want that shit but not for free) When you wanna get the check with no respect and all they do is smile (We don't take checks or property) When you wanna give it up say "What the fuck?" and change that radio dial (So 'bout that mess but not with me) Well, I'm finally gettin' paid 'cause I'm up in the game and that's why many go wild (Unless you got that proper fee) [4-Zone:] I could see you see whats there for real Infest the bones todays top fake a** Pimps that should that niggas think they running but What its he say she say Huh, playa you mysin up on another horizon Talkin' on your pimp payed verizon Always high, tryin to pimp ho*s But you aint game on the mic I be the first to say i aint pimpin Just got a little juice Drippin, come through before catching hittin and leave with no bull shittin' 'Cause it makes no sense to me With your makin love fantasies First thing, gotta give a light on the side tryin now were red burns on the past weekend All good aint cold All cold aint good Better get it right All yall aint thanking Just sippin on da foam late at night You want that sh