Pay The Cost

[Verse: Novatore & Moecyrus]
Promoter shady, he owin' me and Moe eighty
Let's make a plan to go get him, ain't sittin' right, what this fucker pay me
It's disrespect, we collectin' back what is owed
Could get him tonight, heard he was throwin' another Twista show
Okay, yeah, let's do it, I heard that he was bogus
I'm tryin' to get this loot too, I'm in it for the bonus
Heard he got a bad rap so I don't feel the guilt
Would love to slit his throat when I make his head tilt
I see a vision, this fuck will soon to be wishin'
He wasn't missin' them duckets, been duckin' me for a fuckin' minute
Let's put our emotions to the side though
Let's keep it chillin' 'til we find the fuck, you know we gonna slide though
I can't keep it chill, gotta pop a Xan
Got everything we need, we could stuff him in a van
Roll his body up, old school, mob style hit shit
Hypin' off adrenaline but it is worth the riskin'?
Nah, fuck that, you know we gotta get these funds back
We ain't the last or first, don't keep it chill 'cause son, we done that
This talk is over, let's get the whip and get goin'
Start blowin' down 55, now we wait it out for the gun clap
I see him from a distance, let's be sure to make this quick
Already peeped the scene and we're good, we're full equipped
Got the ski mask ready and the heater on my hip
I feel my heavy breathing in my heart, let's do this shit
We get to jumpin', both ready to dump, check it
I called his name out in anger but lookin' back it's his doppelganger
They said he dipped but he wasn't up in his crib
He was chillin' out at the Huck's up at Damen and 35th
That's the only train by Archer, in my old hood I'm with it
Pulled up on some sneak shit, no doubt we couldn't miss it
I know some graf crews that be down for the scout
Wait inside the car when he leaves, we'll air him out
Man it's funny how this fate works, upon arrival
We seen our rival was leavin' alone, he must be suicidal
The parking lot was dark, nobody else was parked
I hopped out, I'm ready to drop him, pulling my Glock out
Hit 'em, pop pop, on the lay, let's keep it movin' (Yeah!)
Checkin' all his pockets, all I got was keys and bullets
Holster 'round his ankle like he knew that there was shooters
Lookin' for his ass so he packed his Mini Ruger

[Outro: Moecyrus]
You're fuckin' done
He already knew