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Killaz On The Payroll Lyrics

"Killaz On The Payroll" was written by Garrick Husband;mike Dean;late Bankouadagba;anthony Gilmour;jerold Ellis.
"Killaz On The Payroll" was written by Garrick Husband;mike Dean;late Bankouadagba;anthony Gilmour;jerold Ellis.

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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 its time
To handle business nigga lay low

I fight to struggle hopin' God dont 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 thats for takin' it P now whats left to play soley

Thats for fuckin' wit me listen in the streets its a respect thang
Cant 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
Im 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' MCs off wit a vengeance
Blow the microphone up an leave it smokin' when Im 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 thats 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 its one thang this nigga hate its niggaz swangin' like chimpanzees
Thats why its no exception to the shit these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle huddles an plans cant amount to millions bubble
Thats why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled

No matter my home nigga my home is where Im hustlin'
Wit killaz on the payroll makin' up for lost pay loads
The bay knows its 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 its the wrong thang
Its 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 its time
To handle business nigga lay low

Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales
An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males
Thats why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad
Its sad they did my comrad bad smoked him wit' the mag

Now hes 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 couldnt 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 Im never gonna put down my sword an kill
'Cuz Im 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 its time
To handle business nigga lay low

I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when its time
To handle business nigga lay low

I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know when its time
To handle business nigga lay low
(Uh, you niggaz aint knowin')

Uh, uh, well, its 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 wont fuck around wit' you
I do hang wit' dru I do not be fuckin' wit' busta niggaz like you
Cant trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I dont 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 aint mack 10

Hoobangin', hooride so who die?
Nobody ever knew 'cuz true killaz dont 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 trus 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
Id 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 aint 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 cant rap at all
We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls
So dont get flat on your walls

An get snatched up in a u-haul
'Cuz youse 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 its time
To handle business nigga lay low

I got some killaz on the payroll
An they know, an they know

Songwriters
Garrick Husband;Mike Dean;Late Bankouadagba;Anthony Gilmour;Jerold Ellis

Published by
EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.;EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.;MR ELLIS PUBLISHING;STACKOLA PUBLISHING;TRUE SCIENCE PUBLISHING

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