[Intro: B-Real]

This is fucking weed is good Holmes! (Fuck!)

You know, the first time I fuckin' blazed up, eh?

I was listening to those watto's Cypress Hill!

You ever heard of them holmes?

(Yeah, I heard of 'em... They fuckin' suck!)

Are you fuckin' stupid, eh?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Those watto's are feed man, Holmes! (Naaaahhhh!)

You're fuckin' hater, eh?

Don't fuckin', just gonna shoot you, boy! (Whatever...)

[Bridge 1: Voice]

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down

[B-Real:]

This is for those haters and imitators

Take your medicine, you won't like the flavor

The taste ain't sweet, we lace that beef

Never forget how we play in the street

Never forget what you say in the street

If you talk too loud, get laid with the heat

We want that cake and Jay. - You can't stop us

Out the gate we take those dollars

Get a crew while we do us some real shit

Me and the dogs we rock steady pushin' the Hill shit

We flip scripts like dough boys clip bricks

Get money like lottery quick picks

We stick with it and homie, I'm quick witted

Still in the game and sane we still spit it

Top level, livin' like a rebel

Settle down bitch while we skip that medal

[Hook: B-Real (Voice)]

Remember when you motherfuckers (shot down)

Tried to take what's mine (shot down)

Niggas left me for dead (shot down)

But I'll never forget (shot down)

[Bridge 2: Voice (Sen Dog)]

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang)

[Sen Dog:]

I came up in the game doin' my thang for the paper

Never gon' change, bringin' bang on the haters

They used to gang bang on the corner black came out

Drop then sayin': "Not the world for this flava"

I remember when you niggas used to front on me

Everywhere I ride, kept the gun on me

I only used to listen to my one O.G

He said: "Get money, but stay low key"

So it's a payback with pain in the back

The whole world gettin' high when I say it on the track

And I say it with a gat, I never gon' slip

Fuckin' hit 'em up, if you ever wanna trick

All it takes is a hit and you never forget

When you smoke on the Hill, wanna kill level twist

Fuck a shot, we drinkin' the whole fifth

Then I ride with them killa G's, know we don't miss

[Hook]

Remember when you motherfuckers (shot down)

Tried to take what's mine (shot down)

Niggas left me for dead (shot down)

But I'll never forget (shot down)

[Bridge 2]

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

(Bang, bang) Payback (shot down)

[Bridge 1]

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down (bang, bang)

Shot down