Pay the Price - Ed O.G, Pete Rock, Jaysaun

Young youth, attitude like he’s gun-proof

Got a slight taste of the game, bit it with one tooth

Thirst unquenchable for the finer things

Blitz like 49ers, chrome 9 it sings

Baritone or soprano, he stops, reload ammo

Action shifts, blow a tunnel right through your flannel

Just another urban vandal, too hot to handle

Who crack your skull like a shell, now your brain’s scrambled

Nigga I’m warnin ya, family be mournin ya

You see it in my cornea, death’s gon' be warmin ya over

Your ghost elevate, your soul levitate

For all the right choices, your mind better meditate

So put the gun down, or get gunned down

Frightened in the headlights, waitin to get run down

The beat’s courtesy of Pete Rock

Worldwide, leavin every hood and borough in a deep shock

If this the way you live your life

Then, who am I to give advice

In, blood money and the drugs enticing

But sometimes you gotta pay the price, man

If this the way you live your life

Then, who am I to give advice

In, blood money and the drugs enticing

But sometimes you gotta pay the price, man

Young chicken, time bomb tickin

Fruit ripe for pickin, she live her life different

Little cute-ass dime, see I saw her the last time

Doin a show, like halftime

Perform the latest, to pasttime, in these fast times

In a pitch black room, like a cast iron

To the end like my last line

She could do it cause her ass prime, but not a lifetime

It’s the cash climb, life of a stripper’s grind

Everybody in the world out to make the quickest dime

Her moms used to hold picket signs

She in the sickest, slime, that’s why it’s hard for me to kick this rhyme

She had to get it while it’s hot

She wasn’t that smart, they two worlds apart

Two girls that fought, her moms with her effort lays

But in the end, they both went they separate ways

Young victim, media depict 'em

As a suspect, get your gut checked

Virgin in the game, never touched yet, what’s next?

Get a little shot, now you into rough sex

But you can’t run from living

Said you done with prison cause the streets is unforgiving

Neighborhood full of red ribbons

Cause you came up missing, find your body with your bloody linen

Yeah, we never did like you, the rifle’ll

Stifle your life duke, and touch more kids than Michael

Everybody’s a killer like Psycho

So don’t get your face erased like a typo

The cycle rotates and repeats

In the streets, can’t nothin stop these wolves from eatin

You in the presence of some carnivores

And ain’t no use in fightin us gnarlin yours

But sometimes you gotta pay the price, man

But sometimes you gotta pay the price, man