Killaz on the Payroll Songtext

von Luniz

Yukmouth- *talking*
Welcome little boys an girls, you thought niggaz was gonna come weak?
Nigga this the MOB fool.

Phats Bossalini-
I got some killaz on the payroll,
An they know,
When it's time to handle business nigga laylow.

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 multipule, I remember blood puddles,
Landed a scam wit niggaz fallin in doubles,
Baby cuddles,
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 a beat,
Now whats left to play slowly that's for fuckin with me,
Listen,
In the streets it's a respect thang,
Can't tell the tune,
Left you non-taxin,
Mostly caine bought up,
Got sold on my block,
Most the nights I slept,
Got awoke by shots,
Inner city,
I could care less about yo pity,
I'm Phats Bosslini ready to die, come get me.

Poppa L.Q.-
Well you can label me an outlaw wit Madd Maxx turn 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 finish,
Per pound finish my niggaz been in it done gun it,
So come to smoke wit our records nigga you know who run it,
I gets blunted 168 hours a week,
P tried to creep an get burnt from head to feet,
But never speak of vocabulary skillz,
Of a nigga that's out to make millz, uh,
My nigga Phats Bossalini tells all the block cats,
Got a hundred hidden in the stash fast to blast.

Numskull-
If it's one thing this nigga hate,
It's niggaz swingin like chimpanzies,
That's why it's no exception to this 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 an cuddled,
No matter my home nigga,
My home is where I'm hustlin,
Wit killaz on the payroll,
Makin up for lost payloads,
The Bay knows,
It's hustlematic til you drop,
Stop,
Lookin bold through the cuts lookin for cops,
I kept on runnin for 3 years, too mutha fuckin long,
An had to cope with everything 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 was 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.

Madd Maxx-
Presentin more urban tales,
Of crack cells,
An blackmail,
An black males, killin black males,
That's where these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad,
It's sad,
They did my commrad bad, smoked him wit tha mag
Now he's walkin wit a cane, an wearin a shit bag,
My locc keep me focused got me sportin this rag,
Wit this tradgedy, added to agony an frustration,
Farra Khan himself couldn't stop me,
Retaliation, cuz his only climax was payback,
He let his wounds healed an got mo get back,
An low track,
Posted up wit the family shot fully strapped,
Wit a benjamin big faced stack only get attacked,
Lookin fo the Mercedez,
He put in his work,
He swore on the turf put his asshole in the dirt,
Cuz a million soldiers died in these circle street wars before the
Deaths of Biggie an Tupac Shakur,
Is this the effects of bein young, black an poor?,
Do we genetically have what it takes to endure,
Had killaz lookin for him, from Crenshaw, to the 5th Wards,
To the O-A-K,
6-9 will keeps it real,
Cuz men sharpen men, like steel sharpen steel,
We warriors fo 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 or put down an
Assassination nigga.

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.

Yukmouth-
Uh, Uh.
Well it's that veal nigga,
That real nigga,
That fill niggaz,
Wit hot ones, combined wit we be double barrell guns,
Mutha fuckaz best run,
Fuckin around wit our own Num too,
So,
Do not be fuckin around wit we,
An 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 like true lies,
Shakin these fleas an 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's,
Whobangin,
Whoride,
So who die,
Nobody ever knew, cuz true,
Killaz don't fuck wit niggaz like you,
Bumpin yo guns about 2,
Got you feelin in the blue,
Drunk an I share 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 two TRU's,
Vogues give the hoes blues,
Bitches choose to lose,
Plus I puff indo fool how could your efuse,
I do not be fuckin wit broke bitches like you,
Only if you knew my game I have you runnin trains through they crew,
I do,
But since I got funk wit that No Limit crew,
Somethin new,
Niggaz tryin to step on my shoe,
You know who,
That nigga gotta perm like Dru,
Burn like 2,
Remmies when he perform for you,
I do,
Kick it wit real niggaz from Frisco,
Back to my niggaz from get go, the RBL,
My nigga cool,
Nut 11/5,
Bump this in yo seven ride,
Get a show an bring you, about seven die,
Mutha fuckaz startin to bribe,
But niggaz ain't bumpin no 4-Tay,
Cuz he too busy (bitch) tryin to smoke some mo yay,
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 jollz,
An swingin on platinum balls,
When you get flat on yo walls, an juss get snatched up in a U-Haul, cuz
You is 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 laylow.
I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know,
An they know...