Killaz On The Payroll Lyrics

Welcome.
Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga
This the Mobb fool. Uh.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
An they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

Verse 1 *(Phats Bossalini)*

I fight to struggle
Hopin god don't stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle
The shots was multiple
I remember blood puddles
Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin in doubles
Baby couples
I mean the strong kill the weak
Million dolla puzzles
I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet
I put it all back together
Mass melted chambers
Strictly guarded by Barretas
Uh
Cash means
Fo the jewels they get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep
Think they found a way to blast me
Grossly
Mutha fuckaz tried to choke me
Sliced they throat
Look in my eyes now slowly
Your oldie
That's for takin it P
Now what's left to play soley
That's for fuckin wit me
Listen
In the streets it's a respect thang
Can't tell the tune
Left ya non-Taxin
Mostly caine brought up
Got sold on my block
Most the nights I slept
Got awoke by shots
The inner city
I could care less about your pitty
I'm Phats Bossin ready to die come and get me.

Verse 2 *(Poppa L.Q.)*

Well you can label me an outlaw when Madd Maxx turn to set it off
Grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
Like Dustin Hoff
Killin MC's off wit a vengance
Blow the microphone up
An leave it smokin when I'm finished
Per pound spinach
My niggaz been in it an done, done it
So when you come to smoke wit our records
Nigga you know who run it
I gets blunted 168 hours a week
P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet
But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz
Of a nigga that's out to make mills
Uh
My nigga Phats Bossalini tells all the block cats
Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast.

Verse 3 *(Numskull)*

If it's one thang this nigga hate
It's niggaz swangin like Chimpaznes
That's why it's no exception
To the shit these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle
Huddles an plans can't amount to millions bubble
That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
No matter my home nigga
My home is where I'm hustlin
Wit Killaz On The Payroll
Makin up for lost pay loads
The Bay knows
It's hustle-matic til you drop
Stop
Lookin bold through the cuts
Lookin for cops
I kept on runnin for three years
Too mutha fuckin long
And had to cope wit everythang that went wrong
I got the Lord in my life
Not 'cause religion
But the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions
Never listened to grown folks
I did my own thang
So mutha fuckin what if it's the wrong thang
It's only one rule I live by
Keep some Killaz On The Payroll nigga
An get yo shit right.

*(Chorus-Phats Bossalini)* x1

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
An they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

Verse 4 *(Madd Maxx)*

Presentin more urban tales
Of crack sales
An black mail
An black males, peelin black males
I swear these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad
It's sad
They did my comrad bad
Smoked him wit the mag
Now he's walkin wit a cane
And wearin a shit bag
My loc keep me focused got me sportin this rag
Wit this tradgey
Added to agony
An frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn't stop me
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'cause his only climax
Was pay back
He let his wounds heal an got more get back
An low track
Posted up wit the family shack
Fully strapped
Wit a Benjamin big faced stack
On the attacked
Lookin for the mercedes
He put in his work
He swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
'cause a million soldier died in this urban street war
Before the deaths of Biggie and Tupac Shakur
Is this the effects of being young black an poor?
Do we genetically have what it takes to endure?
Had killaz lookin for him from Crenshaw
To 5th and Broad
To the O-A-K
6-9 Vill keeps it real
'cause men sharpen men
Like steel sharpen steel
We warriors for the skrill
Wit a whole lot of will
An I'm never gonna put down my sword an shield
'cause I'm out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill.

Yeah, straight Mobbulation/Affiliation. Wit enough skrill to put down
Assassination
Neah

*(Chorus)* x2

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
An they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low
(Uh, you niggaz ain't knowin)

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh, uh.
Well it's that Vill nigga
That real nigga
That fill niggaz wit hot ones
Combined wit L we doubled barrelled guns
Mutha fuckaz best run
Fuckin around wit Al-bum, Num. 2 so
Do not be fuckin around wit we
And we won't fuck around wit you
I do hang wit Dru
I do not be fuckin wit busta niggaz like you
Can't trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I
Don't be drinkin no brew, I
Do get high til I kiss the sky an straight up run this
Juss Hindu, I
Do I
Go under and under like True Lies
Shakin these fleas and shoo-flys
Royalties from Noo-Trybe
Got niggaz tryin to twist me like screw drivers
But fuck what you claimin
We ain't Mack 10
Hoobangin, hooride
So who die?
Nobody ever knew
'cause true
Killaz don't fuck wit niggaz like you
Bumpin yo gums bout who got ya feelin the blues
Drunk an I say
Grabbin yo pumpkin head like "Ooooh"
I been the Ice Cream Man since '92
Comin through
In the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes
Fuck too Tru's
Vogues give the hoes blues
Bitches choose to lose
Plus I puff indo, fool how could you refuse
I do not be fuckin wit broke bitches like you
But only if you knew my gang
I'd have you running trains through the crew
I do
But since I got funk wit Dangerous crew
Somethin new
Niggaz been tryin to step on my shoes
You know who
That nigga got a perm like Dru
Burn like two
Remmies when he perform for you
I do
Kick it wit real niggaz from Frisco
That's who
My niggaz from Get Low the RBL
My nigga cool
Nut 11/5
Bump this in yo Chev n ride
Did a show in Reno
About seven die
Mutha fuckaz startin to bribe
But niggaz ain't bumpin no 4-TAY
'cause he too busy (bietch) tryin to smoke some more yay
Uh
Jose around the Bay I knew
He be funny lookin like G-Money
Nigga puffin voos
Heard you got married to a crack pipe
You need to get some Get Right like Mac Mall
'cause it act like you can't rap at all
We havin jobs and swingin on platinum balls
So don't get
Flat on your walls
An get snatched up in a U-Haul
'cause you'se a bitch nigga like RuPaul
You all think you gonna make money dissin my crew?
But only if you knew nigga.
You fuckin wit these Mobb niggaz fool, uh.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
An they know
When it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
An they know
An they know.