[Intro: The Chi-Lites, Kanye West]
Yo Brian, drop that pain on 'em
Pay you back
I wanna pay you back (Uh)
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back (Konman Productions)
I wanna pay you back (It’s still alive, bitches)
I wanna pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for (Uh, cmon)

[Chorus: The Chi-Lites]
Pay you back
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back
I wanna pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for, pay you back for

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
You need to do some improvements
On what y'all doin' to get me
I’m at the room of the 50
Come even two [?]
They like: "Damn Kanye, finna ruin the city"
Yeah, I had them guys waitin', you in the city
Y'all faggots ain't no man, so when he ask a question
I tell'em "No ma'am", matter of fact
Puttem' on the exercise programm, he been gettin' lazy
Hittem’ in the stomach like some sit-ups, watch him push up daisies
See, that ain’t my style, but look at what you made me, you played me
This industry done drove a motherfucker crazy
N***as is fake as shit, bitches I kicked it with
Two summers ago, all kinds of tickets with
Last summer bought rims together, we was on flickin' shit
The way that sunlight hit the paint, it was sick as shit
Now I got the pistol whipped, plus the heater
Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever
(I’ll finish the rest later)