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Killaz On The Payroll
Luniz
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Welcome, little boys and girls
You thought niggas was gon' come weak?
Nigga, this the mob, fool
I got some killers on the payroll
And they know when it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
I fight the struggle, hoping God don't stop my hustle
My fam fight back like wild dogs without a muzzle
The shots is muffled, I remember blood puddles
Landed a scam where niggas falling in doubles
Maybe couples, I mean the strong kill the weak
Million dollar puzzle, I done placed the last piece
Success is sweet, I put it all back together
Mass melts the cheddar, strictly guarded by Berettas, uh
Cash weak for the dudes that get they ass beat
Sweat in my sleep, think they found a way to blast me
Grossly, motherfuckers tried to show me
Slice they throat, look in my eyes, die slowly
You owe me, that's for taking a piece
Rels left the place holy, that's for fucking with me
Listen, in the streets, it's a respect thing
Can't tell the two that deny tech sang
Mostly same product got sold on my block
Most the nights I slept got awoke by shots
In the city, I could care less about your pity
I'm Fast Falsini, ready to die for some money
When you come label me an outlaw
With snap backs turned and set it off
Grab the nine millimeter by the pistol grip and let it off
Like Dustin Hoff, killing MC's off with a vengeance
Blow the microphone up and leave it smoking when I'm finished
Talk how I'm finished, my niggas been in it, done, done it
So come to Smoke and Not Records, nigga, you know who run it
I get blunted a hundred sixty-eight hours a week
Peep try to creep and get burnt from head to feet
But never sleep on the vocabulary skills
Of a nigga that's out to make mills, uh
My nigga Fast Falsini chills on the block for cash
Got a hundred hittin' niggas stabbed fast and blast
If it's one thing a nigga hates, it's niggas swinging like chimpanzees
That's why it's no exception to the shit these niggas hand me
Twenty years of struggle, huddles and
Plans came amount to millions bubbled
That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
No matter my home, nigga, my home is where I'm hustling
With killers on the payroll, making up for lost pay loads
The Bay knows, it's hustle matter 'til you drop
Stop looking low through the cuts looking for cops
I kept on grinding for three years, too motherfucking long
And had to cope with everything that went wrong
I got the Lord in my life, not 'cause religion
But the fact was a nigga had dreams and visions
Never listened to grown folks, I did my own thing
So motherfucking what if it's the wrong thing?
It's only one rule I live by
Keep some killers on the payroll, nigga, and get your shit right
I got some killers on the payroll
And they know when it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Presenting more urban tales of crack sales and blackmail
And black males peeling black males
I swear these California streets are symbolic to Baghdad
It's sad, they did my comrade bad, showed him with the MAC
Now he's walking with a cane and wearing his shit back
My locs limping focused, now he's smoking his rag
With this tragedy added to agony and frustration
Farrakhan himself couldn't stop the retaliation
'Cause his only climax was payback
He let his wounds heal then got more get back
The low jack posted up at the gambling shack
Fully strapped with a Benjamin big face stack
Only get that, looking for the Satan who put in his work
He swore on the turf he put his asshole in the dirt
'Cause a million soldiers died in this urban street war
Before the death of Biggie and Tupac Shakur
Is this the effects of being young, black and poor?
Do we genetically have what it takes to endure?
Had killers looking for him from Crenshaw to Victorville
To the O-A-K, six-nine Bill keeps it real
'Cause men sharpen men like steel sharpens steel
We warriors for this scrill with a whole lot of will
And I'm never gonna put down my sword and kill
'Cause I'm out here in these fields with the focus of a drill
Yeah, straight mobulation affiliation
With enough scrill to put down an assassination, yeah
I got some killers on the payroll
And they know when it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
I got some killers on the payroll
And they know when it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Uh, uh, well it's that Bill, nigga, that real nigga
That fill niggas with hot ones combined with that we double barrel gun
Motherfuckers best run fucking around with album number two
So do not be fucking around with we and we won't fuck around with you
I do hang with Dru, I do not be fucking with buster niggas like you
Can't trust niggas in your crew, what good do I
Do be drinking no brew, I do get high
Do I kiss the sky and straight up my head just in Dubai?
Do I go on the under like True Lies?
Shaking these fleeces and shoe flies
Boy, yo, D's from New Tribe
Got niggas trying to twist me like screwdriver
But fuck what you claim, we ain't Mack 10s, who bang and who ride?
So who died? Nobody ever knew, that's true
Killers don't fuck with niggas like you
Bumping your gums about who got your screw in the blue
Crunk of the chef grabbing your pumpkin head like, "Ooh"
I been the Ice Cream Man since '92 coming through
In the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes, fuck some Trues
Bogs give the hoes blues, bitches choose to lose
Plus I'm puffing dope, fool, how could you refuse?
I do not be fucking with broke bitches like you
Only if you knew my game'll have you running trains through the crew
I do, ever since I got folk with dangerous crew
Some new niggas been trying to step on my shoe
You know, boo, that nigga got a firm like Dru
Burn like two Grammys when he perform for you
I do kick it real with niggas from Frisco
That's who, my niggas from Get Low to RBL, my nigga Cool
Nutt eleven-five, bump this in your Chevy ride
Did a show in Reno, about seven died
Motherfuckers start to cry
But niggas ain't bumping no F way '
Cause he too busy trying to smoke some OG
Jose around the Bay, I knew
He be funny looking like G Money, nigga, puffing Woos
Heard you got married to a crack pipe
You need to get some get right like Mack Mall
'Cause you act like you can't rap at all
Dapping jaws and swinging on platinum balls
Won't get plat' on your wall, just get snatched up in a U-Haul
'Cause you's a bitch nigga like RuPaul
You all think you gon' make money dissing my crew?
But only if you knew, nigga
You fucking with these mob niggas, fool
I got some killers on the payroll
And they know when it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low
I got some killers on the payroll
And they know, and they know
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