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***a down like I'm some mortuary pimp Sweeping in the grave of my own By my was the half of a n***a's stone Now could it be I died as a lunatic? No one really knows except your n***a in ya casket I gots to wake him up The n***a never moved, so I paused, and I bucked Then the n***a 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' Damn, the n***a 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 a** Set his a** out like a newborn And then he shriveled up to the size of a motherf**ing shoehorn 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**ing cost, n***a [DMG:] I paid the cost I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a [DMG:] I paid the cost I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a [DMG:] I paid the cost I paid the cost, I paid the motherf**ing cost, n***a [Verse 2] I f**ed 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**, I spray you down and leave you bloody as a Kotex And now I got you rimmed Tight like a rope on my jim So when I roll, the motherf**er's poor Now what you wanna do? You wanna [?] back? But f** around with these, you end up laying on your motherf**ing back k**ed for a reason 36 slugs in the face cause it's bull's eye season Now back the f** 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**hes 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***a 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***a with your black mic Picking n***as off cause it's fatal I'm known to peel a motherf**er's dome like potato Screaming bloody 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]