Payday Lyrics

(Krayzie Bone) T-H-U-G
(Big Syke) Yeah
(Chrous: Krayzie Bone playin over conversation x2) Daily, Daily I'm out here paper chasin And i need my bank role (bank role) So pay me (Pay me) Nigga it's pay day and i need my

(Krayzie Bone) That's right Krayzie Bone
(Big Syke) Noble outlaw
(Krayzie Bone) Hum, Big Syke
(Big Syke) Mack 10
(Krayzie Bone) Y'all niggaz know what it is
(Big Syke) You know
(Krayzie Bone) We thugz for life
(Big Syke) You know
(Krayzie Bone) I know one thing
(Big Syke) What's that Krayzie?
(Krayzie Bone) When niggaz come to collect
(Big Syke) Huh huh
(Krayzie Bone) You mothafuckers better have my money
Verse 1: Big Syke
My daddy always told me black folks lazy... That's why he raised me crazy Don't ever try to play me You better pay me You can love or hate me! It don't make me none, Just have my funds Flippin', scrippin tripp and i'm gonna get my gun They run our soul and control our minds So i can't fold in this world of crime Just look you'll find everybody in the pen With atlest 10 for tryin to get a big bodied benz In the universe i'm nobody I know i'm cursed but yo gon' pay me See the university say you goin' pro They get there money now is what you really don't know It flows from the streets to athlete's [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/payday-lyrics-krayzie-bone.html ] Bangin' to track meets From Venus to Serina You know that we pack heat Gimmie mine!
(Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2)
Verse 2: Mack 10
Yo I keep that fryin' in a pot of water Till it bubble The rock my work and i prophet like double Now i done heard every war story there is to be told And done, pushed every narcotic it is to be sold Dogg i'm a street nigga rider till the end Know from state to state as maniac Mack 10 Now who you know push a Bentley with tattoo's galore Bust with classic ??? and hit the switch on the 64' I kick back relax bein blunts to the head Since i was two with my crew g'd up in all red See i'm all about the dollar moolar and chips And see bust million dollar checks and half with crip's And give a fuck what you think cuz your attitude is funny And real niggaz be about they loved ones and they money So get you some business and quit talkin' like a bitch And eh, suck a niggaz dick or eh make a nigga rich You heard
(Chorus: Krayzie Bone x2)
Verse 3: Young Noble
Ay yo If it don't make dollar's then it don't make sense Outlaw motherfucker and we all about chip's I got niggaz who been standin' on the block for years Give a fuck about the cops We been hot for years And all the fiends be lovin' us I wan it all from drug money to publishin' dice game bubbilin' Uh, Pac was right it's as simple as this Homie get of your ass if you plan to be rich There's one rule to the game either ball or die Noble everyday grind outlaw for life At eleven years old i sold coke by the front of my home For new Nike's and the latest clothes I made this doe Dawg i'ma keep on gettin' it And stackin' it oh And you can keep on trickin' it We live this shit 4 money and power Give it all to the Lawz' now your money is our's Pay me nigga
(Chorus: Krayzie Bone x5)
Transitional stage's thought five hundred plus years Lost wages from the cotton fields to the concrete jungle I am now forced to hit the stage to get my bundle Constantly carrying this country from slave times to land mines Thought pure entertainment I'm not mad at cha' as long as i receive my payment on time I'm just chasin what's already mine If the ones on top want my talent Just make sure i have a seven figure balance I am part of the talented ten And since i have portrayed a pawn for the government Somebody owes me for my irreplaceable sweat and tears Those who know me understand the smiling faces standing in my mirrors I no longer have the patience i'm not high maintenance But time is money and i have no time for it to be acting funny