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dmg - pay the cost lyrics

[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 n-gga down like i’m some mortuary pimp
sweeping in the grave of my own
by my was the half of a n-gga’s stone
now could it be i died as a lunatic?
no one really knows except your n-gga in ya casket
i gots to wake him up
the n-gga never moved, so i paused, and i bucked
then the n-gga 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’
d-mn, the n-gga 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 -ss
set his -ss out like a newborn
and then he shriveled up to the size of a motherf-cking shoeh-rn
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 motherf-cking cost, n-gga
[dmg:] i paid the cost
i paid the cost, i paid the motherf-cking cost, n-gga
[dmg:] i paid the cost
i paid the cost, i paid the motherf-cking cost, n-gga
[dmg:] i paid the cost
i paid the cost, i paid the motherf-cking cost, n-gga

[verse 2]
i f-cked 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 k!ll, i spray you down and leave you bl–dy as a kotex
and now i got you rimmed
tight like a rope on my jim
so when i roll, the motherf-cker’s poor
now what you wanna do? you wanna [?] back?
but f-ck around with these, you end up laying on your motherf-cking back
k!lled for a reason
36 slugs in the face cause it’s bull’s eye season
now back the f-ck 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 b-tches 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 n-gga 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 n-gga with your black mic
picking n-ggas off cause it’s fatal
i’m known to peel a motherf-cker’s dome like potato
screaming bl–dy 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]

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