F**k You, Pay Me
| Title | F**k You, Pay Me |
|---|---|
| Artist | J-Zone |
| Album | Sick of Being Rich |
| Release Date | 2003-07-22 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Intro J-zone] What? you want a what You wanna battle You want me to freestyle is you crazy? I'm allergic to all of that shit man my bills is due You better cut a check or suck a fat one man This ain't starsearch Cats run out o' breath stinkin like a motherfucker spittin and shit What you need is a one and a half calorie tic tac Im from a small planet calles bitch please And that shit is a disease Be fo' real man c'mon [Verse 1: J-zone] Rappers steppin to me, they wanna get some But im the zone so hey you know the outcome You want me to freestyle stop your voces I wanna Cadillac brome and a ostrich coat Fuck battle J-zone ain't never claimed to be no MC Wanna battle me i need a G just for entry You can keep the victory just slide my dough ???? drink your hatoraide and hide your hoe J-zone uplift whatchu thinking bout All I uplift is my dick and my bank account You wanna be educated? [sorry wrong record] You want an ill freestyle [sorry wrong method] No free beats or freestyle rappin here Ain't nothing free but the asbestos in Manhattan air And when it comes to in-stores dont axe me to flow It ain't a record or a show then i ain't rappin no more And motherfuck the fame [See i dont play that shit] I'd rather deal with a number than a motherfucking name Cuz im locked in a game where im forced to keep an attitude Cuz at a show autograph seekers wanna battle you Even females try to battle me dead I show'd her the meaning of coming off the head She soberd up and had beef with me Bitch are you crazy? (He grabbed his dick and said look here momma) Pay me You might also like[Hook J-zone] You wanna beat (fuck you) Pay me You wanna freestyle (fuck you) Pay me I got bills on deck So cut me a check Battle you must be crazy [Verse 2: J-zone] Half my rap peers hate me, so what your a legend You can't say jack shit untill you put out a record Promotors dont like us cuz they're forced to pay And dont ask for a freestyle im off today And if you ask again tomorrow i be off then to To tell you the truth bitch im off to 3002 Now these suckers wanna battle You must be on the bottle I want (50 million dollars and a new Eldorado) Cats straight hate me till the album got recorded Say my shit would't hit (but your punk-ass bought it) Bomb bitches are mad cus i don't hesitate to diss hoes If the shoe fits wear it wipe the buggers out ya kids nose [????] Disco labels must be sky high Now they call me animal cuz i tell them (Go byebye) Fuck it i ain't a muppet but i made myself a promise To master and accomplish the art of being pompus Retire at thirty with my two tone caddy Writing fuck you pay me on my tombstone gladly Bury me ass up for the world to kiss Middle finger extended for them herbs that diss Then got mad because interviews that i spoke my mind in Lead ya'll to a piss puddle and tell ya'll to dive in So now you wanna talk about what i owe you F-U-C-K Y-O-U, Pay me |