Payback lyrics

Artist  : Brownside 
Song : Payback



 Send "Payback" Ringtone to your Cell 

 An eye for an eye's how the f**k we feel
When they get one of us then we're out to kill
I don't care about sh*t when it goes down like
that
The only thing on my mind is the big payback
They get one of us, we get three or four
If that ain't satisfaction then we're out to get
more
f**k a drive-by, puto we'll walk to your door
Kill you motherf**kers and we'll even the score
We wait for you putos to forget and slip
Then we'll catch you in the streets and unload
the f**king clip
Another puto dead from the other side
Now we wait for the funeral and watch your
parents cry
Feeling no remorse for the sh*t we do
Those putos did it to us, so why not do it to
them fools
The killing doesn't stop, it goes on and on
Ese smoking motherf**kers till these putos are
gone
An eye for an eye's what this shit's all about
Rolling up on these levas taking these pendejos
out
Doing it for the homies who ain't here today
Because as long as I live, in my heart they're
gonna stay
All I do now is think about them in my head
And it's a f**ked up feeling now knowing that
they're dead
It's payback time and it's a do or die
I'm doing it for my homies, Rest In Peace above
the sky

*scratches*
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At the hood with the homies, getting loaded
kicking back
Thinking about the motherf**king crazy payback
It's time to get these motherf**kers for the sh*t
they shouldn't have done
Another homicide, another puto gone
Kill or be killed is the name of this game
 
Doing it for the hood, the homies, and the gang
fame
This sh*t won't stop so f**k keeping the peace
From a loco motherf**ker gang-banging from the
East (Eastside)
Rolling down the calle and I just smoked a dip
With a quette in my hand so now I'm ready to trip
Thinking about my homies who ain't here today
And I'm gonna get these putos cuz for this they
gotta pay

*scratches*
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Creeping late at night through their neighborhood
Rolling with the lights off to catch a puto doing
good
Not giving a f**k about the time it carries
Just flashes of my homies and when they got
buried
With a knot in my throat and a tear in my eye
We come across this puto who's time it is to die
He's strolling down the street and doesn't even
realize
We got a bullet for his as* to go right between
his eyes
Got out the car cuz I knew I caught him slipping
He looked and tried to run when he seen my as*
creeping
Jumped at the puto, hit him up 'Where you from?'
He said the wrong sh*t so he took one to the dome
Down the puto fell, I guess I'll meet the punk in
Hell
Simon, he seen my face but a dead puto can't tell
Jumped in the ride, headed back to the Eastside
Kicked it with the homies then we all got high
Smoked a few wet ones and went home and hit the
sack
Fell asleep thinking about the f**king payback

*scratches*
..payback payback..
..payback payback..
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