50 Cent - Payback lyrics

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50 Cent - Payback lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I made my flow up at the corner store Mad n***as rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred b**hes last year, just bagged a hundred more They hating but everything that goes comes back Sticky green fun pack, j**elry make me hump-back Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamond sh** Goon gone commercial, who the f** you think you rhyming with I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip b**hes running up on my stage, Lil Mama sh** Ugh, lil' mama thick, and my time is slim Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in [Hook: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a n***a know Payback, don't come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I'm on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It's funny how the bullsh** goes, you never know Payback, don't come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I'm on my letters every second [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] They crown me with the punch hat, who better? I hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, jet cool weather Cool meaning hot, so I don't need the top Calm down, breath and stop Start and I'mma skip your pulse Miss my life's the sh** Calamari, shrimp, and boats C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast I'mma suits em up, well I probably ain't gotta lift my toes I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehova's witness I done made it to the top like I said, I told you b**hes They don't really want me they just want my riches So motherf** them all: friends, cousins, and sisters [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Then I'm in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage n***a done made the money, but never knew how it felt In a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts Stress k**s, chronic helps, p**y just for the moment Balling like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them, the war's won Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son Big talk's just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start Go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the s** tape [Hook] x2