Song Lyrics Allen Iverson f/ Harlem World, Mysonne - Pay Per View    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> A>> Allen Iverson f/ Harlem World, Mysonne Singer Lyrics>> Pay Per View Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Allen Iverson f/ Harlem World, Mysonne Music Title/Track: Pay Per View Theme ID: 16703 Album: N/A [Mase] Change the beat now and take one of those sounds out [Allen Iverson] Yo this is the answer Its a dirty, dirty, dirty game If we don't get the money we want we lock out That's why I run with them Harlem World niggaz And everybody I'm runnin' with is the highest paid in whatever we do That's why this shit is Pay Per View Verse One: Allen Iverson The Answer do mad dirt Won't hesitate to put in work Verbal hair trigga Whatchu up nigga Lets see your figgas Is this all you got in your little bank account? Entrepre nigga bounce Come back with a much larger amount And I still stop your bank and what you got in it As soon as I win it I spend it In the Benz that's tinted True balla I fuck and you call her I bust nuts and you spoil her You know the game militant track race Fuck pretty Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi A.I, Betha in Miami G's in our pockets Pullin' out on these bitches like tubs and crocket Verse Two: Huddy Combs When there is cheddar to get Huddy be ready to spit Thug from the past Sold drugs by the slab Use to transport coke through cabs Like a fork to the hill Until my nigga Black got killed Talkin' guns These niggas talk with ones Stackin' chips, Harlem World lack no whips I felt your pain bitch nigga shoot your brains Four point six with MA$E that's four more chips Four more dimes can give us head like four more times I bound the four All Out were down to ball I popped a lot plus I'm on the drop the top I doin' a six My and OZ screwin' your bitch My money in NY as long as this shit That's why world wide strippers want to drool on the dick When I pop the shot I don't give a fuck who I hit Huddy Combs, smoothest nigga to ever do all this shit [MA$E] These motherfuckers smilin' You know I'm the only nigga playin' We ain't playin' withchu nigga Yall niggas forgettin' my man is the same nigga who put Mike on skates You tryin' to cross over We don't fear nobody, no names, no man, no land We go where we want, do what ever we want to do We don't get the money we want were locked out We don't need ten days contract niggas Is you forgettin' niggas we don't walk on We franchise shit You know these niggas? (I don't know these niggas) All in your face! BOY!! Verse Three: Mysonne Hey yo I gave you a choice Yall chose the ruff route Little faggot ass niggas get duffed out With black eyes, your lips all puffed out In the alleyways screamin' with your guts out You just entered a world you know nothing about We put bricks in bitches while you huff and pout Steal dreams and politics frill teams We probably have enough chips to build teams And if there is no build promise its full of cream Do-rags and wave spinnin' while I'm in my green Its like that You pussy just like cat I take your man and you wishin' he could fight back But he can't cuz ny niggas is like crack We take a hit and you better come right back And kill you, I assure you its real boo We in your hood for hoodies and steel too And anything you niggas want we while do And all you cats that real I feel you Because I'm real too Kill but I ill too I had respect since I was young and still do Ain't nothing changed I like nothin' but money and money I might steal you with death to W Trout [MA$E] Now I'm on the beat x4 Verse Four: MA$E Yo All the niggas that I'm runnin' with is live and low Chippin' five for the smoke, got pounds of coke You know my steez, nigga I die before I'm broke Kill niggas mob style then wipe ??? You want beef with Murder nigga get the studded Insulated turn back when spit the pellets Not only do I do dirt I live to tell it Leave body in the crib so kids can smell it How you gon know how I feel? Can't friend cuz most of them killed And the other flipped over a deal Niggas clappin' in the air and that's supposed to be real What happened to point blank run a hole in his grill You got money to lose nigga bet against MA$E I had lodi in Hawaii with measurement fish Yall niggas is fish cake like I said on my tape No matter who Puff sign it will never be MA$E You know where I am Know where I stand I'm the only nigga tellin' this willie shit first hand Got damn I got sunblock on catchin' a light tan Floatin' on blue water, lyin' on white sand Get a hundred grand to spit Fifty grand to use it Fifty grand to clear and fifty to just reuse it Fuck makin' raps for the love of music Have of them in you for a video and don't even included it BITCH! 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