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
