Pay the Cost

[Verse 1] Let's take a walk through the streets as a black man Always getting sweated cause my pops had the rep of a crack man So now I guess I gots to deal with this Cops wanna pin a nigga down like I'm some mortuary pimp Sweeping in the grave of my own By my was the half of a nigga's stone Now could it be I died as a lunatic? No one really knows except your nigga in ya casket I gots to wake him up The nigga never moved, so I paused, and I bucked Then the nigga started moving towards me What up, locc? He had his grip up on a quart and a quarter ki He's talking like he really wants to break it out But I know he don't cause he a fact I'll blow his brains out One, two, ready, set, go Off with the nine, then his brains hit the flo' Damn, the nigga straight walked through the bullets But I'm not the one, so I unloaded to the fullest Popped in another clip fast Emptied out another clip and dropped homie's punk ass Set his ass out like a newborn And then he shriveled up to the size of a motherfucking shoehorn It's just me with the gat But now, I guess I realize I'm definitely black and paid the cost [Hook: Posse of Homies] I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga [DMG:] I paid the cost I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga [DMG:] I paid the cost I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga [DMG:] I paid the cost I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga [Verse 2] I fucked around and came up on a ki Stacking so much paper that my pockets started busting at the seams You never know what I'm coming up with next When I come to kill, I spray you down and leave you bloody as a Kotex And now I got you rimmed Tight like a rope on my jim So when I roll, the motherfucker's poor Now what you wanna do? You wanna [?] back? But fuck around with these, you end up laying on your motherfucking back Killed for a reason 36 slugs in the face cause it's bull's eye season Now back the fuck up cause I'm on your trail With a seven million dollar bail cause I'm good with them crack sales Ki after ki being sold Now I gots a million dollar bank for my bankroll And even got some bitches at the desk Taking in the money so it's straight. When I call, it come collect 56 Gs in the black bag 26 mo' sitting cool in the blue bag Then I roll cut I'm breaking to the tip, so I can go to call my chips that I made up Now, my day's done It's time to smoke some weed and drink some brew and toss some peach rum Yo, as I sit back, I attack But I'm as legal as a nigga getting beat with a billy jack I'm serving them the cortex for human life But no, I'm not your mayor. I'm the nigga with your black mic Picking niggas off cause it's fatal I'm known to peel a motherfucker's dome like potato Screaming bloody murder as you shiver I tie the body up and throw the punk in the Mississippi River Rolling with my windows fully closed Pumping out the sounds as I choke up on some indo' I'm feeling like a champ as I'm off But still I tend to realize I'm definitely black and paid the cost [Hook]