Styles Of Beyond: Pay me

(feat. 4-Zone)I remember foreverWhat I would to get betterWhen I was cruisin' WinnetkaThat's when the crew was togetherWe use the music to sympathizewith the people in disguiseNever mind, never stop, never look back thoughJust keep on going rightSo that's what I did when I got up in the cribJust right and split my wigCan't even think,Got a block I'm stuckSo I had to turn around and digReach, reach, pull out somethin'I don't really know but the sound keep bumpinRound and round, we go pound the ground belowSound at every front, yeahThere it is, turn it up, tha t's what I likeWhen I'm on stage, live, when I'm rappin' on the micAnd the people in the front wanna clap, wanna hypeAnd people who wanna smoke in the back pack in the pipeThat's tight, aight, soNever know when we just might blowSo I had to put it down with the songStyles of Beyond and that's how the night goYou want that shit, but not for freeWe don't take checks or propertySo 'bout that mess but not with meUnless you got that proper feeAnd if you can't come up with itI can't make in those purchasesAnd blow my dough on kicks and shitIt's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a)Problem with the sound, nahFuck you, pay meI'mma put you on the ground nowFuck you, pay meIf the club burned down, muthaFuck you , pay me10 bucks are 30 thou nowFuck you pay meListen,You want it free, I don't agree, I'm not a rookie nowSo fuck your benefit show if you gettin' 30 thouThis ain't a song about "I'm pimpin' this hoe" , it's aboutGettin' whats sold and then putting food in ya mouth, check it outShit dont quit when the clock is offGet my chips, dawn to darkGet dough all day, whether right or wrong gottaGet paid like a normal job, ayeNo checks, just cashNo risk, no taxOkay, let's go, we got itPromotin' so demonicDon't wanna blow no chronicI'm 'bout to fucking vomit, ayeyou want it free on me and then fine butNot on my time punk, you gotta be out your mindI'm bringin' all the heads and watch the crowdHands up and they screamin' out Styles, Styles, StylesYou want that shit, but not for freeWe don't take checks or propertySo 'bout that mess but not with meUnless you got that proper feeAnd if you can't come up with itI can't make in those purchasesAnd blow my dough on kicks and shitIt'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 realInfest the bones todays top fake a**Pimps that should that niggas think they running butWhat its he say she sayHuh, playa you mysin up on another horizonTalkin' on your pimp payed verizonAlways high, tryin to pimp ho*sBut you aint game on the micI be the first to say i aint pimpinJust got a little juiceDrippin, come through before catching hittin and leave with no bull shittin''Cause it makes no sense to meWith your makin love fantasiesFirst thing, gotta give a light on the side tryin now were red burns on the past weekendAll good aint coldAll cold aint goodBetter get it rightAll yall aint thankingJust sippin on da foam late at nightYou want that shit, but not for freeWe don't take checks or propertySo 'bout that mess but not with meUnless you got that proper feeAnd if you can't come up with itI can't make in those purchasesAnd blow my dough on kicks and shitIt's all your fault, I'll make you pay (you got a)