Trae Tha Truth - Payback lyrics

(*talking*) Didn't I tell you motherf**ers, (yeah you told em Ro) I'ma get you if I owe ya, (now they running) That's real talking straight up, Z-Ro the Crooked motherf**er Know I'm tal'n bout (they know), T-R-A-E (kin folk) No motherf**ing game (none), keep a straight aim (guns) And hanging brains (yeah), S.U.C. for life [Trae] This one here is dedicated to the one, who put that slug in my car I ain't forgot I promised I'd get ya, let's take it to war Too many close encounters with d**h, back then it was funny But now I got a son, and ain't nobody taking him from me You better have bulletproof, on that red Lac that you swanging Cause seventeen inside of my Glock, about to leave n***as stinking I know where you hanging, and lately I've been feeling revenge On the grounds of b**h n***as, showing off with they friends f** y'all I'm a gorilla, that'll mob for life And any n***a running up on me, get scarred tonight How would you call a A.B.N., whenever be necessary Read in the flesh, I'm bout to get the click and these b**hes scary They don't want it with Trae, Ro, Boss and Jay'Ton Lil' B, Dub-G and me be ready for Vietnam Unloading the clip, on the next to talk sh** Lights out mask up, yelling out South Klique [Z-Ro] You can ride with a hundred n***as, when you out in the streets That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me Or you can live in a vest and a helmet, in the Penitentiary That ain't enough, to keep you safe from me I use to call you my n***a, now I replaced him out with b**h a** Once you a hoe to Ro, you a b**h no longer roam the side of my blast But in the front, if you give me all of my money b**h f** a rich man's anthem, this that homeless and that hungry sh** I done cried so long, all my tears done dried up Minus the revenge, get found murdered and tied up Or seen slained with just a signal, Boss with the sawed off And Jay'Ton waiting on the right moment, to blow they balls off I ain't had a piece of p**y, like the nine I bust So it's safe to say I'm pretending, everytime I f** Better remember that the trigga, got's no heart If I was you, I would get my people out of the house it's getting dark (*talking*) Your T. Jones, your uncle your Auntie, your grandma Your grandaddy, with his dusty a** All them hoes, gotta go n***a You f**ing with the Maab n***a M double A-B for li' that's forever, ain't no hoe in our blood n***a From the West to Pud n***a straight up, motherf**ers be burried Ain't no love, for none of you hoe a** n***as P-A-spanage motherf**ers, strong enough for a man-a** n***as But guess what, got this damn thang in my hand n***a What the f** you gon do, with this b**h in your mouth n***a Can you sing with it, can you pronounce a word with it Na n***a, Z-Ro the Crooked Guerilla Maab n***a Trae, Z-Ro my n***a Pot Belly in this b**h No love for none of you n***as, f** y'all