Текст песни The Luniz f Madd Maxx, Phats Bossalini, - Killaz on the Payroll
The Luniz f Madd Maxx, Phats Bossalini, - Killaz on the Payroll слова песни
Welcome.Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak?Nigga this the Mobb fool. Uh.I got some killers on the payroll, and they knowwhen it`s time to handle business nigga lay low[Verse 1: Phats Bossalini]I fight to strugglehopin god don`t stop my hustlemy fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzlethe shots was multiple I remember blood puddleslanded in sand wit niggaz fallin in doublesbaby couplesI mean the strong kill the weakmillion dolla puzzlesI done placed the last piecesuccess is sweetI put it all back togethermass melted chambersstrictly guarded by Barretasuhcash meansfo the jewels they get they ass beatsweat in my sleepthink they found a way to blast megrosslymutha fuckaz tried to choke mesliced they throat look in my eyes now slowlyyour oldiethat`s for takin it Pnow what`s left to play soleythat`s for fuckin wit melistenin the streets it`s a respect thangcan`t tell the tuneleft ya non-Taxinmostly caine brought upgot sold on my blockmost the nights I sleptgot awoke by shotsthe inner cityI could care less about your pittyI`m Phats Bossin ready to die come and get me.[Verse 2: Madd Maxx]Well you can label me an outlaw when Madd Maxx turn to set it offgrab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it offlike Dustin Hoffkillin MC`s off wit a venganceblow the microphone upan leave it smokin when I`m finishedper pound spinachmy niggaz been in it an done, done itso when you come to smoke wit our recordsnigga you know who run itI gets blunted 168 hours a weekP tried to creep an got burnt from head to feetbut never sleep on the vocabulary skillzof a nigga that`s out to make millsuhmy nigga Phats Bossalini tells all the block catsgot a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast[Verse 3: Numskull]If it`s one thang this nigga hateit`s niggaz swangin like Chimpaznesthat`s why it`s no exceptionto the shit these niggaz hand me20 years of strugglehuddles an plans can`t amount to millions bubblethat`s why we keep stacks tucked and cuddledno matter my home niggamy home is where I`m hustlinwit Killaz On The Payrollmakin up for lost pay loadsthe Bay knowsit`s hustle-matic til you dropstoplookin bold through the cutslookin for copsI kept on runnin for three yearstoo mutha fuckin longand had to cope wit everythang that went wrongI got the Lord in my lifenot cuz religionbut the fact was a nigga had dreams an visionsnever listened to grown folksI did my own thangso mutha fuckin what if it`s the wrong thangit`s only one rule I live bykeep some Killaz On The Payroll niggaan get yo shit right.[Chorus: Phats Bossalini]I got some killers on the payroll, and they knowwhen it`s time to handle business nigga lay low[Verse 4: Poppa L.Q.]Presentin more urban talesof crack salesan black mailan black males, peelin black malesthat`s why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdadit`s sadthey did my comrad badsmoked him wit the magnow he`s walkin wit a caneand wearin a shit bagmy loc keep me focused got me sportin this ragwit this tradgey added to agonyan frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn`t stop meretaliationcuz his only climaxwas pay backhe let his wounds heal an got more get backan low trackposted up wit the family shack fully strappedwit a Benjamin big faced stackonly to get attackedlookin for the salehe put in his workhe swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirtcuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street warsbefore the deaths of Biggie and Tupac ShakurIs this the effects of being young black an poor?Do we genetically have what it takes to endure?had killaz lookin for him from Crenshawto 5th Wardsto the O-A-K6-9 Vill keeps it realcuz men sharpen menlike steel sharpen steelwe warriors for the skrillwit a whole lot of willan I`m never gonna put down my sword an killcuz I`m out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill.Yeah, straight Mobbulation/AffiliationRun up squared and put down assassination[Chorus] - repeat 2X(Uh, you niggaz ain`t knowin)[Verse 5: Yukmouth]Uh, uhWell it`s that Vill nigga, that real niggathat fill niggaz wit hot onescombined wit L we doubled barreled gunsMotherfuckers best runfuckin around wit Al-bum, number two sodo not be fuckin around wit we and we won`t fuck around wit youI do hang wit Dru, I do not be fuckin wit busta niggaz like youCan`t trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, Idon`t be drinkin no brew, Ido get high til I kiss the sky an straight up run this juss Hindu, I, do Igo under and under like True Liesshakin these fleas and shoo-flysRoyalties from Noo-Trybegot niggaz tryin to twist me like screw driversbut fuck what you claiminwe ain`t Mack 10 hoobangin, hoorideSo who die?Nobody ever knewcuz truekillaz don`t fuck wit niggaz like youbumpin yo gums bout who got ya feelin the bluesdrunk an I saygrabbin yo pumpkin head like "Ooooh"I been the Ice Cream Man since `92comin throughin the ice cream truck on triple gold shoesfuck too Tru`sVogues give the hoes bluesbitches choose to loseplus I puff indo, fool how could you refuseI do not be fuckin wit broke bitches like youbut only if you knew my gang I`d have you running trains through the crewI dobut since I got funk wit that No Limit crewsomethin newniggaz been tryin to step on my shoesyou know whothat nigga got a perm like Druburn like twoRemmies when he perform for youI dokick it wit real niggaz from Frisco