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f**k you, pay me - j-zone 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 sh-t man my bills is due
you better cut a check or suck a fat one man
this ain’t st-rs-arch
cats run out o’ breath stinkin like a motherf-cker spittin and sh-t
what you need is a one and a half calorie tic tac
im from a small planet calles b-tch please
and that sh-t 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
f-ck 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 d-ck 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 motherf-ck the fame
[see i dont play that sh-t]
i’d rather deal with a number than a motherf-cking name
cuz im locked in a game where im forced to keep an att-tude
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
b-tch are you crazy?
(he grabbed his d-ck and said look here momma)
pay me

[hook j-zone]
you wanna beat (f-ck you) pay me
you wanna freestyle (f-ck 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 sh-t 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 b-tch 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 alb-m got recorded
say my sh-t would’t hit (but your punk–ss bought it)
bomb b-tches are mad cus i don’t hesitate to diss hoes
if the shoe fits wear it wipe the b-gg-rs out ya kids nose
[????] disco labels must be sky high
now they call me animal cuz i tell them (go byebye)
f-ck 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 f-ck you pay me on my tombstone gladly
bury me -ss 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 p-ss 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

- j zone lyrics

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