Killers on the Payroll

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
 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
 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 vengeance
 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
 If it's one thang this nigga hate it's niggaz swangin' like chimpanzees
 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 till 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 'cuz 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
 I got some killaz on the payroll
 An they know when it's time
 To handle business nigga lay low
 Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales
 An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males
 That's why 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 tragedy added to agony
 An frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn't stop me
 Retaliation 'cuz 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
 Only to get attacked lookin' for the sale he put in his work
 He swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
 'Cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars
 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 wards
 To the O A K 6-9 will keeps it real 'cuz 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 kill
 'Cuz I'm out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill
 Yeah, straight mobbulation, affiliation
 Run up squared and put down
 Assassination
 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 when it's time
 To handle business nigga lay low
 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')
 Uh, uh, well, it's that will nigga
 That real nigga, that fill niggaz wit hot ones
 Combined wit' l we doubled barreled 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 till I kiss the sky an straight up run this just 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 'cuz 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, ooh 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' that no limit 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
 Back to my niggaz from get low the RBL my nigga cool nut 11/5
 Bump this in yo seven ride get a show and bring you about seven die
 Mutha fuckaz startin' to bribe but niggaz ain't bumpin' no 4-tay
 'Cuz 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 like
 You need to get some get right like mac mall
 'Cuz 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
 'Cuz 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