Testo The Payback - Ray Cash
Testo della canzone The Payback (Ray Cash), tratta dall'album C.O.D.: Cash On Delivery
Yeah
Yeah, uh
What? Yeah
Ray Cash, motherfuckers, uh
This is payback, man
From Cleveland to the public
They thought Cleveland was wack, nah
Not me, yeah
King of Cleveland right here, man, holla at me
Yo
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
I'd like to welcome you to Cleveland, it's the home of Ray Skrilla
Where we all blow Swishers, all chase figures
With our eye on the prize while the laws chase niggas
Get high, contemplate the paper chasin'
But them crackers givin' complications
Lockin' niggas up without a combination
Prison is not in my vision
Even though it coincide with the life and the way that I'm livin'
My mind designed with a divine sense of division
Multiplication and addition, I'm a mathemagician
I was taught to subtract
Anything tryin' to intervene or to distract
The type of paper that I'm tryin' to attract
Uh, we really don't wanna have to clap
But if it has to happen, it's happenin', simple as that
Chips stackin' whether it's comin' from jackin' or packs
I hustle but it just so happen I rap and I'm back
And this is
Uh
Motherfucker, this is
From Cleveland to the public, this is payback
Yeah
Feels good
To all the killers and the hundred dollar billers
Droppin' big faces, poppin' champ' by the cases
Hustlin' state to state, switchin' your location
I applaud you all, you deserve an ovation
But hit the blunt for those in isolation
Got hot, knocked inside of a box, pacin'
Waitin' patient for they day of arraignment
Worried 'bout they family and time they facin'
Look, don't worry 'bout the streets, the streets ain't changin'
Me, I'm doin' good, dawg, hope y'all maintainin'
These hoes ain't changed, man, we still bang 'em
When it's beef off in the street, we still flame it
But don't worry 'bout the drama, nigga, worry 'bout your mama
Write her letters, I'll fly you this kite, know your nights is hard
Know you hated in the yard, rather be out here pushin' raw
But when you get released, come holla at your dawg
And we can give these fuckers
Uh
Yeah
'Cause this is
Uh
Motherfucker, this is
Huh
Niggas thought Cleveland was wack, man, ha
That's funny to me
Yo
Who wanna challenge I? Me and my nigga battle cry was, "Do or die"
So if it's you and I and uno got to go
Then you should know I must survive
Ain't no surprise, money value's always out of niggas' lives
'Fore I snitch, I bet I die, no witness live to testify
I let the fact remain, be the crack of rap game
My shit the same, only face I change that'll bring exchange
From George to Abe, from Abe to Andy
Jack to Grant, Ulysses and Benjies
Figures make niggas green with envy
My goal is not a Bentley
Listen, my goal to have control of a digit
With six Os, now can't nothin' prevent me
Simply, the nigga in me got me drinkin' Rémy
I'm greedy, therefore I'm needy, and so I need more than them
Plus the flow is good and plenty
You can pick your favorite rapper
Eenie-meenie-minie-moe, compared to me, they tiny
Don't I say somethin'?
To all my niggas with that skrilla, could you stay frontin'?
Killers spray somethin', give these motherfuckers
Uh
Yeah
I had to do it, man
It's Ray Cash, man
Right now, you call me Ray the Jeweler, uh
Never thought a nigga from Cleveland drop jewels like this, man
Heh, shit's crazy
They thought we fell off though, man
Yeah, I had to give these mother
I had to give these motherfuckers payback
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Gerard R. Charles, Paul Anthony George, Brian P. George, Hugh L. Clarke, Curtis T. Bedeau, Douglas B. Rasheed, Alexander Mosely, Kenneth Gamble, Montell Du'sean Jordan, Leon A. Huff, Artis L. Jr. Ivey, Lucien J. Jr. George
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