Pay Me - Styles of Beyond, Four Zone

Yeah

Uh huh

I remember forever

What I would do to get better

When I was cruising Winnetka

That’s when the crew was together

We use the music to severe ties

For the people in disguise

Nevermind never stop

Never look back doe

Just keep on going right

So that’s what I did

When I got up in the crib

Just writing, split my wig

Hmmm

Can’t even think, got a block, I’m stuck

So I had to turn around and dig

Reach, reach

Pull out something

I don’t even know why the beat keep bumping

Round and round we go

Pound the ground below

Sound of every function

Here it is

Turn it up

That’s what I like

When I’m on stage live

And rap in the mic

And the people in the front

When they clap when you hype

And those that smoke

When packing the pipe

That’s tight

Aight so

Never know when you might just blow

So I had to put it down in a song

With Styles of Beyond

And that’s how the night goes

Uh

You want that shit but not for free

We don’t checks or property

So pop 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 impulse purchases

And blow my dough on kicks and shit

It’s all your fault

I’ll make you pay you gotta

Problem with the sound now

Fuck you pay me

I’ma put you underground now

Fuck you pay me

If the club burn down mother

Fuck you pay me

Ten bucks a thirty thou now

Fuck you pay me

You want it free

I don’t agree

I’m not a rookie now

So fuck your benefit show

If you getting thirty thou

This ain’t a song about

A pimp and a ho it’s about

Getting what’s owed

And putting food in your mouth

Check it out

Shit don’t quit

When the clock is off

Get my chips

Dawn and dark

Get dough all day

Whether right or wrong gotta

Gotta get paid like a normal job

Eh, no checks just cash

No risk, no tax

Okay let’s go we got it

Promoters so demonic

Don’t wanna blow no chronic

I’m about to fucking vomit

Eh, eh you wanna free Mumia then fine

But not on my time punk

You gotta be out your mind

I’m bringing all the heads

And watch the crowds

Hands up and they screaming out

Styles, Styles, Styles

You want that shit but not for free

We don’t checks or property

So pop 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 impulse purchases

And blow my dough on kicks and shit

It’s all your fault

I’ll make you pay you gotta

When you’ve been around in a while

But you ain’t getting paid

And people bite your style

You want that shit but not for free

You wanna get a check with no respect

And all they do is smile

We don’t take checks or property

When you give it up

Say what the fuck and change the radio dial

So pop that mess but not with me

When I’m finally getting paid

And I’m up in the game

And that’s what made me go wild

Unless you got that proper fee

I feed you

See what’s the difference

Hear fist to bone

Today’s topic

Fake ass

Pimps shoulda say

Niggas who think they

Better things

Butter things

She say she say huh

Player your mising

Upon another horizon

Choking on your pre paid Verizon

High as a kite

Trying to pimp hoes

But you ain’t gaming them right

I’d be the first to say

I ain’t pimping

Just got a little juice dripping

Come through for occasional hitting

Then leave with no bullshitting

Cause it makes no sense to me

When you make up fantasies

First thing

Gotta get a notch on your side now bum

Cigarette burns on a thigh’s weak end?

All good ain’t gold

All gold ain’t good

Better get it right

All ya’ll ain’t paying

Just sitting by the phone late at night

You want that shit but not for free

We don’t checks or property

So pop 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 impulse purchases

And blow my dough on kicks and shit

It’s all your fault

I’ll make you pay you gotta

Oh hey guys what’s up

This is Jay Perez

I organize events

I’m putting together a benefit show

We’re trying to get helmets for needy head spinners

And on the helmets we’re gonna do murals that proclaim the power of hip hop

So I want you guys to do the show

Um

We’re not gonna pay you

But it’s gonna be for a good cause

These kids need these helmets

Dope Dope

Hello?

Is anyone there?

(Dial tone)