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[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 nigga down like I'm some mortuary pimp
Sleeping in the grave of my own
Then planted by my stone there was a half of a nigga's stone
Now could it be I died as a lunatic?
No one really knows except the nigga in ya casket
I gots to wake him up
The nigga never moved, so I paused, and I bucked
Then the nigga 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 nigga 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 ass
Set his ass out like a newborn
And then he shriveled up to the size of a motherfucking shoehorn
It's just me with the gat
But now, I guess I realize I'm definitely black and paid the cost
[Chorus: DMG & Posse of Homies]
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
[Verse 2]
I fucked 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 kill, 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 motherfucker's po'
Now what you wanna do? You wanna [?] back?
But fuck around with these, you end up laying on your motherfucking back, killed for a reason
36 slugs in the face cause it's bull's eye season
Now back the fuck 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 bitches at the desk
Taking in the money so it's straight. When I call, it come collect
56 G's 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 nigga 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 nigga with your black mic
Picking niggas off cause it's fatal
I'm known to peel a motherfucker's dome like potatos
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
[Chorus: DMG & Posse of Homies]
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
I paid the cost
I paid the cost, I paid the motherfucking cost, nigga
DMG released Pay the Cost on Tue Jul 27 1993.