Payback Iz a Bitch Lyrics
| Song | Payback Iz a Bitch |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gray, Henderson, Nordquist | |
| Krayzie | |
| Raw, raw, raw...retaliation is a must, nigga. the enemy must suffer the | |
| Muthafuckin' consequences. deadly{gunshots, ticking} | |
| Yeah, i want all of these muthafuckers dead. i don't wanna see one muthafucker | |
| Left breathin'. kill all these muthafuckers. | |
| -refrain- | |
| Them niggas be killas.... | |
| Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. (bloody, bloody | |
| Murder...) | |
| Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. (killa...) | |
| Krayzie | |
| I'm thuggin off in my house out in cleveland/ weeded, i'm sleepin', p.o.d.'ed/ | |
| Dozed off, but i was awakened by the | |
| Telephone ringin'/ i picked it up "hello?" at first, nobody would answer me, so | |
| I said it again "hello?" | |
| Somebody starts breathin'/ not thinkin'; i hung up the phone/ niggas be playin' | |
| Jokes, i payed it no mind/ it could've been just | |
| My fuckin' friends/ then i sat back and closed my eyes/ no more than 4 seconds, | |
| It rung again "hello? | |
| And why in the fuck is you playin?" somebody yelled out "you die!" before i | |
| Could even reply some nigga jumped right | |
| Throu the window buckin' a pistol/ i jumped out of the chair, grabbed the | |
| Bullets on the way to the stairs | |
| Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head/ thinkin' for sure that i'm gonna be dead/ | |
| Scared? oh yeah! so i turned around and ran out | |
| The backdoor instead/ them niggas was steadily buckin'/ whoever was dumpin', | |
| They surely did want me in the red | |
| Continued to fled; hit a couple of fences/ thinkin' 'bout who could have did | |
| This? retaliation; i'll handle my business, kill 'em | |
| As god as my witness/ i called up my niggas; they ready for war/ kill 'em's the | |
| Way that we even the score | |
| If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for? | |
| -refrain- | |
| Bam | |
| Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot/ you smokin' | |
| Hot/ gather troops, destinations be your block | |
| The stakes is high since '94/ got your tightest g for ransom/ maybe unhand 'em | |
| And let him go/ hell no, you shouldn't've | |
| Chanced it/ it's not essential/ got smoked, only death threats on your boast/ so | |
| Take it as a quote, get violent if you see me | |
| Loc/ we deadly/ step, pay your sins, you'll die a thousand times/ he's found | |
| With open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs | |
| That's 50 mercenaries that blood money can't afford/ jump out of new accords/ | |
| Deep run in; got two swords | |
| A deadly ho, fate been chosen/ get your eyes swollen/ i roll and dreams we're | |
| Golden, and now your hood we controllin' | |
| You tellin' lies/ caught you slippin' up at your mama's house/ should've took | |
| You out, but i told my homies throw you out | |
| Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to mars, and stop actin' hard/ | |
| You got more than you bargained for | |
| -refrain- | |
| Bam | |
| We leave 'em shell-shocked, 40 glocks and dirty looks and pop shots. we verse | |
| 'em twice; murda books police | |
| Cuz scared of heights. it's cowards versus niggas, been shook, didn't recognize | |
| The way your body hangin' from a hook. | |
| Thugline don't play. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Shit, dog, i done told 'em. we'll erode 'em. ho ain't got no scrotum. slippin' | |
| In a clip and reload 'em, and when they jump | |
| Yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em wherever, however they want it. we gon' | |
| Make sure no one's alive or left to identify me | |
| It ain't over until you die. | |
| -refrain- |
| zuo qu : Gray, Henderson, Nordquist | |
| Krayzie | |
| Raw, raw, raw... retaliation is a must, nigga. the enemy must suffer the | |
| Muthafuckin' consequences. deadly gunshots, ticking | |
| Yeah, i want all of these muthafuckers dead. i don' t wanna see one muthafucker | |
| Left breathin'. kill all these muthafuckers. | |
| refrain | |
| Them niggas be killas.... | |
| Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. bloody, bloody | |
| Murder... | |
| Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. killa... | |
| Krayzie | |
| I' m thuggin off in my house out in cleveland weeded, i' m sleepin', p. o. d.' ed | |
| Dozed off, but i was awakened by the | |
| Telephone ringin' i picked it up " hello?" at first, nobody would answer me, so | |
| I said it again " hello?" | |
| Somebody starts breathin' not thinkin' i hung up the phone niggas be playin' | |
| Jokes, i payed it no mind it could' ve been just | |
| My fuckin' friends then i sat back and closed my eyes no more than 4 seconds, | |
| It rung again " hello? | |
| And why in the fuck is you playin?" somebody yelled out " you die!" before i | |
| Could even reply some nigga jumped right | |
| Throu the window buckin' a pistol i jumped out of the chair, grabbed the | |
| Bullets on the way to the stairs | |
| Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head thinkin' for sure that i' m gonna be dead | |
| Scared? oh yeah! so i turned around and ran out | |
| The backdoor instead them niggas was steadily buckin' whoever was dumpin', | |
| They surely did want me in the red | |
| Continued to fled hit a couple of fences thinkin' ' bout who could have did | |
| This? retaliation i' ll handle my business, kill ' em | |
| As god as my witness i called up my niggas they ready for war kill ' em' s the | |
| Way that we even the score | |
| If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for? | |
| refrain | |
| Bam | |
| Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot you smokin' | |
| Hot gather troops, destinations be your block | |
| The stakes is high since ' 94 got your tightest g for ransom maybe unhand ' em | |
| And let him go hell no, you shouldn' t' ve | |
| Chanced it it' s not essential got smoked, only death threats on your boast so | |
| Take it as a quote, get violent if you see me | |
| Loc we deadly step, pay your sins, you' ll die a thousand times he' s found | |
| With open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs | |
| That' s 50 mercenaries that blood money can' t afford jump out of new accords | |
| Deep run in got two swords | |
| A deadly ho, fate been chosen get your eyes swollen i roll and dreams we' re | |
| Golden, and now your hood we controllin' | |
| You tellin' lies caught you slippin' up at your mama' s house should' ve took | |
| You out, but i told my homies throw you out | |
| Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to mars, and stop actin' hard | |
| You got more than you bargained for | |
| refrain | |
| Bam | |
| We leave ' em shellshocked, 40 glocks and dirty looks and pop shots. we verse | |
| ' em twice murda books police | |
| Cuz scared of heights. it' s cowards versus niggas, been shook, didn' t recognize | |
| The way your body hangin' from a hook. | |
| Thugline don' t play. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Shit, dog, i done told ' em. we' ll erode ' em. ho ain' t got no scrotum. slippin' | |
| In a clip and reload ' em, and when they jump | |
| Yeah, we gon' unload ' em, and hit ' em wherever, however they want it. we gon' | |
| Make sure no one' s alive or left to identify me | |
| It ain' t over until you die. | |
| refrain |
| zuò qǔ : Gray, Henderson, Nordquist | |
| Krayzie | |
| Raw, raw, raw... retaliation is a must, nigga. the enemy must suffer the | |
| Muthafuckin' consequences. deadly gunshots, ticking | |
| Yeah, i want all of these muthafuckers dead. i don' t wanna see one muthafucker | |
| Left breathin'. kill all these muthafuckers. | |
| refrain | |
| Them niggas be killas.... | |
| Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. bloody, bloody | |
| Murder... | |
| Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. killa... | |
| Krayzie | |
| I' m thuggin off in my house out in cleveland weeded, i' m sleepin', p. o. d.' ed | |
| Dozed off, but i was awakened by the | |
| Telephone ringin' i picked it up " hello?" at first, nobody would answer me, so | |
| I said it again " hello?" | |
| Somebody starts breathin' not thinkin' i hung up the phone niggas be playin' | |
| Jokes, i payed it no mind it could' ve been just | |
| My fuckin' friends then i sat back and closed my eyes no more than 4 seconds, | |
| It rung again " hello? | |
| And why in the fuck is you playin?" somebody yelled out " you die!" before i | |
| Could even reply some nigga jumped right | |
| Throu the window buckin' a pistol i jumped out of the chair, grabbed the | |
| Bullets on the way to the stairs | |
| Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head thinkin' for sure that i' m gonna be dead | |
| Scared? oh yeah! so i turned around and ran out | |
| The backdoor instead them niggas was steadily buckin' whoever was dumpin', | |
| They surely did want me in the red | |
| Continued to fled hit a couple of fences thinkin' ' bout who could have did | |
| This? retaliation i' ll handle my business, kill ' em | |
| As god as my witness i called up my niggas they ready for war kill ' em' s the | |
| Way that we even the score | |
| If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for? | |
| refrain | |
| Bam | |
| Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot you smokin' | |
| Hot gather troops, destinations be your block | |
| The stakes is high since ' 94 got your tightest g for ransom maybe unhand ' em | |
| And let him go hell no, you shouldn' t' ve | |
| Chanced it it' s not essential got smoked, only death threats on your boast so | |
| Take it as a quote, get violent if you see me | |
| Loc we deadly step, pay your sins, you' ll die a thousand times he' s found | |
| With open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs | |
| That' s 50 mercenaries that blood money can' t afford jump out of new accords | |
| Deep run in got two swords | |
| A deadly ho, fate been chosen get your eyes swollen i roll and dreams we' re | |
| Golden, and now your hood we controllin' | |
| You tellin' lies caught you slippin' up at your mama' s house should' ve took | |
| You out, but i told my homies throw you out | |
| Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to mars, and stop actin' hard | |
| You got more than you bargained for | |
| refrain | |
| Bam | |
| We leave ' em shellshocked, 40 glocks and dirty looks and pop shots. we verse | |
| ' em twice murda books police | |
| Cuz scared of heights. it' s cowards versus niggas, been shook, didn' t recognize | |
| The way your body hangin' from a hook. | |
| Thugline don' t play. | |
| Krayzie | |
| Shit, dog, i done told ' em. we' ll erode ' em. ho ain' t got no scrotum. slippin' | |
| In a clip and reload ' em, and when they jump | |
| Yeah, we gon' unload ' em, and hit ' em wherever, however they want it. we gon' | |
| Make sure no one' s alive or left to identify me | |
| It ain' t over until you die. | |
| refrain |
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