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king mafia-king poetik - payback lyrics

(verse 1) king poetik
you remind me of pac man you’re a f-ggot with a big mouth
saying you’re number one? go take a ticket and sit down
quit flexing lil f-ggot it still ain’t making your b-tch proud
i got homies for that b-tch since she really needs to get d-cked down
king mafia! yo thats my clique better respect it
show disrespect and from this life you’ll get ejected no questions
cause around here we got real ones, real thugs bustin real slugs f-ck around and get k!lled son
when its a greenlight all the homies bring them choppas out
so many shootahs around me like its el chapos house
we poppin rounds all you’ll hear is poppin sounds like its the 4th of july thats on my set i dont lie
so its best you not get it twisted we’ll light your block up like christmas then cross you off of the hitlist you f-ggots bark more than b-tches
(pause)
yo we ain’t finished ima do this for king mafia rose city let em know w-ssup !
im tired of hearing bullsh-t from you rappers wearing dresses im in the lab to address it so you better get the message
whenever it comes to action you f-ggots turn into felines with no buisness with the street life quit actin like you’re street wise
you’re some wack -ss rappers with less spotlight then a st–t light
i got a few homies but i know alot of s’s (ese’s) so better watch your back nah best you watch where your neck is

hook: it goes 187 on you lame motha f-ckas! (×3)

(verse 2) lee breys
im tryna get my city poppin b-tch rapper cool with the bottom but im sick of it
everybody say they trill but 90% are full of sh-t
king mafia! we the realest out here, king asked if i wanted to expose rappers so i said yea
taking shots at my crews a suicide blow cause the sh-t that we been on is do or die now
chaotic poetik and l to the double e when we come through the rappers the ones callin police
young flacko got money dreams but its not reality
this flamin f-ggot has not future rappin if you askin me
come at us we’ll turn your whole career into a casualty
god d-mn all them lost treams really a tragedy
hip-hop is dead so were here to revive it
wack rappers stay at the bottom while we steady climin
fakes always talkin to me like they be grindin but when your career is over ill be rich and smiling
5-o-3 born and raised all you rappers that i flame ima p-ss on your grave
yall ain’t on my level n0body is quite the same we some crazy motha f-ckas you rapper are fkn lame
(king poetik)
and this right here is the payback got 2 bullets in the barrel and a casket for you to lay at and when were at your funeral we’ll keep this track on play back..payback!

outro:it goes 187 on you lame motha f-ckas (×3)

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