Young Noble featuring Krayzie Bone,Big Syke,Mack 10
-Intro-Krayzie Bone-(Big Syke)-
T-H-U-G (Yeah) That's right, Krayzie Bone (Noble, Outlaw) Big Syke (Mack 10) Y'all niggas know what it is (You know) We thugs for life (You know) I know one thing (What's that Krayzie?) When niggas come to collect (Huh huh) You mothafuckers better have my money
-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/ Flip a script and trip and I'm gonna get mine/ They grind 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 at least ten for tryin' to get a big body Benz/ In the universe I'm nobody, I know I'm cursed but you gon' pay me/ See the University say you goin' pro/ They get their money now is what you really don't know/ It flows from the streets to athlete's/ Bangin' to track meets/ From Venus to Serena you know that we pack heat/ Give me mine!
-Chorus-Krayzie Bone-
Daily, Daily I'm out here paper chasin' and I need my bank roll (bank roll) So pay me (Pay me)/ Nigga it's pay day and I need mine, mine/ Daily, Daily I'm out here paper chasin' and I need my bank roll (bank roll) So pay me (Pay me)/ Nigga it's pay day and I want mine, mine
-Mack 10-
Yo! I keep that fryin' in a pot of water till it bubble, then 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/ Dawg i'm a street nigga, rider till the end/ Known from state to state as maniac Mack 10/ Now who you know push a Bentley with tattoo's galore/ Bust a classy hoe and hit the switch on the 64' I kick back, relax, beer and blunts to the head/ Since I was two with my crew G'd up in all red/ See I'm all about the dollar, moola, the cheddar/ And I'm bust million dollar checks and half with crip's/ Give a fuck what you think cauze your attitude is funny/ And real niggas be about they loved one's and they money/ So get you some business and quit talkin' like a bitch and uh, suck a nigga dick or uh make a nigga rich, you heard?
-Chorus-
-Young Noble-
Hey yo, if it don't make dollar's then it don't make sense/ Outlaw motherfucker and we all about chips/ I got niggas who been standin' on the block for years/ Give a fuck about the cops, we been hot for years and all the fiends still lovin' us/ I want it all from drug money to publishin' dice game bubblin' uh/ Pac was right it's as simple as this/ Homie get off 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 dough/ Dawg I'm a keep on gettin' it and stackin' it oh and you can keep on trickin' it/ We live this shit for money and power/ Give it all to the Laws now your money is our's; Pay me nigga
-Chorus-
-Outro (w/ Chorus playing in background)-
Transitional stage's through 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 through 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