Luniz Killaz On The Payroll lyrics

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Killaz On The Payroll by Luniz Killaz On The Payroll lyrics 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

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