Growing up, living in a panic zone 
Spitting wicket shit on the microphone 
Smoke that shit, your brains be blown 
You gone, nigga wrong 
Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss 
One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce 
Cross me you pay all costs 
Heres one your ass just lost 
All y'all must pay 
Every dog has his day 
Thats the reason they made the AK 
Who just made the 10 o clock news? 
Blew that boy up out his shoes 
Old rules, left no clues 
Body found floating in a bloody pool 
Mass hysteria in America 
Game lock down like a pitbull terrior 
Bitch been a millionaire, I still wont marry ya 
Slugs to you head, six people Paul-bury ya 
Colgate froze flows like cocaine 
Mental overdose explode your brain 
Some might think that it's insane 
To take a gun cock back and aim 

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby) 

See the number one mission be to get this cash 
And if a nigga fuck with that, I'm a get in his ass 
I pull the trigger, squeeze, blast if you think you gon last 
Seventeen to the spleen, you a thing of the past 
When I really wanna smash I hit the stash spot 
Put the nine to your mind and clean your cash out 
See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me 
A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie 
Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine 
I don't care what you claim, you gonn respect mine 
Mean time, in between time, on the Esham 
Finda put it down when it come to the green now 
Look into my eyes, tell me can you really see? 
Its the truth when I rap cause I bring mine 
Bring it like I bring it cause nigga O-T 
Original Thugsta from the B-O-N-E 
C-Town to the D-Town 
Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound 
Smokin trees by the P's-ound 
Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas wanna be down 
But I'm a hit ya with the heat now 
Cause when I creep now, deep down, nigga wanna let it go 
But when it comes to the fetty, yo 
You see a rich muthafucka turn straight into a wetty hoe 

All the way from the C-Town 
To the muthafucking D-Town 
We down to get it cracking robbin'em and rappin, jackin 
Whutever make us happy 
And a nigga only happy if he got some cash 
But if I'm broke as fuck then I'm mad 
Ready to put a gun to some unlucky muthafuckas ass 
And I'm a take him for the stash, break him 
Leave the nigga there lookin sad 
But if he tryin jump bad, I'm a fade him 
The nigga gave me no ultimatum and I dont play that shit 
Unhand the money,nigga 
Pay me, I dont got all day 
I got a couple muthafuckas to break 
I want skrilla, for rilla 
Killa, doller bill-a 
This trigger is not ya friend and it gots no heart 
So dont be thinking I wont stop yours 
Give me everything ya got boy 
You are now caught in the midst of original 
Wigsplitter killer criminals 
Better Watch out boy you might die! 

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby) 

Nigga, call the nigga "Sho Love" 
Cause I gotta get mine 
Even if I must bust 
Said again I been good 
But I'm still in the streets with heat 
Cause a nigga gotta eat 
Its a Bone thing what? 
Cause I love some money 
Funky, filthy, dirty money 
And I... really hope ya dont owe me 
Cause I.. really love my money 
Ya die 
I dont give a fuck 'f it's made in the hood 
I dont give a fuck man, they say its all good just 
Give me my cheese or else.. somebody gon bleed 
Can you feel that? 
Nigga get back what you dont believe 
Ain't no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves 
Dressed like a picture 
Flash and I get you 
No cameras here 
Just nine millimeters 
I'm not gonna loose 
Real thug, really though 
Paid my dues 
But niggas wanna test 
Aint no tellin who 
Thats why I dont give a fuck about bloody pools 
Leave em in that, fuck that 
Bust back, real thugs stay strapped 
You dream about it, but I really live that 
Yes I love that honey but, oh 
I love that money, that money so much moe! 

You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me) 
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)