DB? Hmph Shh (Da da da) (Da da da, da da da, da da da) Spray Spray Now you got hell to pay Pray Pray (Get on your fucking knees) Real pain Talking 'bout real pain Talking 'bout real pain I ain't got friends, I got foes, I got hoes that do the most I stay stuntin' on my own, never will bend, never will fold Beard been long, my money old Mad 'cause your bitch stay front row at my show (DB) She a good girl, she gon' do what she told (DB) Rose out the concrete and then broke the mold Spray Spray Now you got hell to pay Pray Pray Get on your fuckin' knees Knew the perk was fake, so why you pressin' it Angel of death the only definite (little bitch) (Spray) (Spray) (Now you got hell to pay) Spray Spray Now you got hell to pay Pray Pray Get on your fuckin' knees Butter knife to the back, they barely stabbin' me Angel of death the only definite (little bitch) (Spray) (Spray) Now you got hell to pay Pulled up to your bitch house I had guns and roses, and I was loaded BYOB playing System Of A Down while I'm totin' Nah breaker was down, scooba Steve Jericho Ya Please her, never needed her I was trappin' out In Beverly Hills off of da Weezer Young nigga, two turnt, drunk with a geezer Sprayin' every bitch that walk up, me and Dream Beard Make a hoe use nut for her skin care Spray Spray Now you got hell to pay Pray Pray Get on your fuckin' knees Knew the perk was fake, so why you pressin' it Angel of death the only definite little bitch Spray Spray Now you got hell to pay Spray Spray Now you got hell to pay Pray Pray Get on your fuckin' knees Butter knife to the back, they barely stabbin' me Angel of death the only definite little bitch (Spray) (Spray) Now you got hell to pay