Lirik Lagu Pay Per View - Allen Iverson f/ Harlem World, Mysonne
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[Mase]Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out
[Allen Iverson]Yo this is the answerIts a dirty, dirty, dirty gameIf we don't get the money we want we lock outThat's why I run with them Harlem World niggazAnd everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in whatever we doThat's why this shit is Pay Per View
Verse One: Allen Iverson
The Answer do mad dirtWon't hesitate to put in workVerbal hair triggaWhatchu up niggaLets see your figgasIs this all you got in your little bank account?Entrepre nigga bounceCome back with a much larger amountAnd I still stop your bank and what you got in itAs soon as I win it I spend itIn the Benz that's tintedTrue ballaI fuck and you call herI bust nuts and you spoil herYou know the game militant track raceFuck prettyPut Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this placeAnd ask your God do I owe yall like SemiA.I, Betha in MiamiG's in our pocketsPullin' out on these bitches like tubs and crocket
Verse Two: Huddy Combs
When there is cheddar to getHuddy be ready to spitThug from the pastSold drugs by the slabUse to transport coke through cabsLike a fork to the hillUntil my nigga Black got killedTalkin' gunsThese niggas talk with onesStackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whipsI felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brainsFour point six with MA$E that's four more chipsFour more dimes can give us head like four more timesI bound the fourAll Out were down to ballI popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the topI doin' a sixMy and OZ screwin' your bitchMy money in NY as long as this shitThat's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dickWhen I pop the shot I don't give a fuck who I hitHuddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit
[MA$E]These motherfuckers smilin'You know I'm the only nigga playin'We ain't playin' withchu niggaYall niggas forgettin' my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skatesYou tryin' to cross overWe don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no landWe go where we want, do what ever we want to doWe don't get the money we want were locked outWe don't need ten days contract niggasIs you forgettin' niggas we don't walk onWe franchise shitYou know these niggas? (I don't know these niggas)All in your face!BOY!!
Verse Three: Mysonne
Hey yo I gave you a choiceYall chose the ruff routeLittle faggot ass niggas get duffed outWith black eyes, your lips all puffed outIn the alleyways screamin' with your guts outYou just entered a world you know nothing aboutWe put bricks in bitches while you huff and poutSteal dreams and politics frill teamsWe probably have enough chips to build teamsAnd if there is no build promise its full of creamDo-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my greenIts like thatYou pussy just like catI take your man and you wishin' he could fight backBut he can't cuz ny niggas is like crackWe take a hit and you better come right backAnd kill you, I assure you its real booWe in your hood for hoodies and steel tooAnd anything you niggas want we while doAnd all you cats that real I feel youBecause I'm real tooKill but I ill tooI had respect since I was young and still doAin't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and moneyI might steal you with death to W Trout
[MA$E]Now I'm on the beat x4
Verse Four: MA$E
YoAll the niggas that I'm runnin' with is live and lowChippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of cokeYou know my steez, nigga I die before I'm brokeKill niggas mob style then wipe ???You want beef with Murder nigga get the studdedInsulated turn back when spit the pelletsNot only do I do dirt I live to tell itLeave body in the crib so kids can smell itHow you gon know how I feel?Can't friend cuz most of them killedAnd the other flipped over a dealNiggas clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be realWhat happened to point blank run a hole in his grillYou got money to lose nigga bet against MA$EI had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fishYall niggas is fish cake like I said on my tapeNo matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$EYou know where I amKnow where I standI'm the only nigga tellin' this willie shit first handGot damnI got sunblock on catchin' a light tanFloatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sandGet a hundred grand to spitFifty grand to use itFifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse itFuck makin' raps for the love of musicHave of them in you for a video and don't even included it BITCH!
[Allen Iverson]Yo this is the answerIts a dirty, dirty, dirty gameIf we don't get the money we want we lock outThat's why I run with them Harlem World niggazAnd everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in whatever we doThat's why this shit is Pay Per View
Verse One: Allen Iverson
The Answer do mad dirtWon't hesitate to put in workVerbal hair triggaWhatchu up niggaLets see your figgasIs this all you got in your little bank account?Entrepre nigga bounceCome back with a much larger amountAnd I still stop your bank and what you got in itAs soon as I win it I spend itIn the Benz that's tintedTrue ballaI fuck and you call herI bust nuts and you spoil herYou know the game militant track raceFuck prettyPut Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this placeAnd ask your God do I owe yall like SemiA.I, Betha in MiamiG's in our pocketsPullin' out on these bitches like tubs and crocket
Verse Two: Huddy Combs
When there is cheddar to getHuddy be ready to spitThug from the pastSold drugs by the slabUse to transport coke through cabsLike a fork to the hillUntil my nigga Black got killedTalkin' gunsThese niggas talk with onesStackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whipsI felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brainsFour point six with MA$E that's four more chipsFour more dimes can give us head like four more timesI bound the fourAll Out were down to ballI popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the topI doin' a sixMy and OZ screwin' your bitchMy money in NY as long as this shitThat's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dickWhen I pop the shot I don't give a fuck who I hitHuddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit
[MA$E]These motherfuckers smilin'You know I'm the only nigga playin'We ain't playin' withchu niggaYall niggas forgettin' my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skatesYou tryin' to cross overWe don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no landWe go where we want, do what ever we want to doWe don't get the money we want were locked outWe don't need ten days contract niggasIs you forgettin' niggas we don't walk onWe franchise shitYou know these niggas? (I don't know these niggas)All in your face!BOY!!
Verse Three: Mysonne
Hey yo I gave you a choiceYall chose the ruff routeLittle faggot ass niggas get duffed outWith black eyes, your lips all puffed outIn the alleyways screamin' with your guts outYou just entered a world you know nothing aboutWe put bricks in bitches while you huff and poutSteal dreams and politics frill teamsWe probably have enough chips to build teamsAnd if there is no build promise its full of creamDo-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my greenIts like thatYou pussy just like catI take your man and you wishin' he could fight backBut he can't cuz ny niggas is like crackWe take a hit and you better come right backAnd kill you, I assure you its real booWe in your hood for hoodies and steel tooAnd anything you niggas want we while doAnd all you cats that real I feel youBecause I'm real tooKill but I ill tooI had respect since I was young and still doAin't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and moneyI might steal you with death to W Trout
[MA$E]Now I'm on the beat x4
Verse Four: MA$E
YoAll the niggas that I'm runnin' with is live and lowChippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of cokeYou know my steez, nigga I die before I'm brokeKill niggas mob style then wipe ???You want beef with Murder nigga get the studdedInsulated turn back when spit the pelletsNot only do I do dirt I live to tell itLeave body in the crib so kids can smell itHow you gon know how I feel?Can't friend cuz most of them killedAnd the other flipped over a dealNiggas clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be realWhat happened to point blank run a hole in his grillYou got money to lose nigga bet against MA$EI had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fishYall niggas is fish cake like I said on my tapeNo matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$EYou know where I amKnow where I standI'm the only nigga tellin' this willie shit first handGot damnI got sunblock on catchin' a light tanFloatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sandGet a hundred grand to spitFifty grand to use itFifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse itFuck makin' raps for the love of musicHave of them in you for a video and don't even included it BITCH!
