Mr. 3-2 - Get Mine lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah uh-huh, yeah pay up [Hook] Can I get me, can I get mine You predictive motherf**er, and you running out of time Got me in a bind, time to pay what you owe I'ma have to come get ya, and kick in your do' [Mr. 3-2] n***as know what it is, we don't need no tally Pay your debts do your math, homeboy come holla at me Trying to shake me duck me, we grown a** men When you was on your a**, you had your hand out for ends First a hundred and a thee, and multiplied to mo' Now you deep in the hole, and owing me cash flow Resco' twerk some'ing, but sitting on your a** Quit giving me excuses, about my cash I laugh, even though the sh** ain't funny How the hell you think you gon, with pay my money Take from me, without even having a pistol I'm sorry, this time somebody gon miss you [Hook - 2x] [Beezo] Hey it's Mr. Payback lil' homie, I need my pay back I know you made a mistake, you starting to apologize Ain't got time for the whine and cries, I need mine's Your first mistake, when you started using your mind You losing your mind, what the f** you playing with mine I need me off the G-O-P, before your teeth 'Fore your kids, and that b**h in the sheets That slick leak sh** you playing, get you off'd in the streets I know you'd rather go back in time, and change your mind and give me what's mine But you can't press the rewind, and save the tape playing that thang spraying Hope you made peace with the man, or you just praying I hope you could of, ducking them thangs Like you duck the fo' Range, when my name came up Now you yelling my name, full of pain cause you all banged up Don't blame me blame the game, cause you couldn't man up I stick to the rules that's scripted, you chose to flip it [Hook - 2x] [Mike D] Boys got the game wrong, swagger got your stang twisted I ain't trying to hear that bullsh**, bout my issue In 2005, I ain't fronting no do' Boys got too many habits, out here living off hope All in your boy ear, pleading them all sob stories b**h you don't pay me mine, I'ma be your worst worry Got too many mouths to feed, plus too many close to please And your problems ain't my problems, so n***a please Wish I would let a b**h, walk around here in debt If it gotta come up out your a**, I swear I'ma collect I might play it off, and let you think you got away with it But when I catch you, I'ma bury your a** with it My gorilla suits they on, ready to act a f**ing nut Finger on the trigger n***a, I don't give a f** This street code I live by, and die by folk I'm gon grip my hands, round your mo'f**ing throat and say [Hook - 2x]