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.



Verse 1 *(Phats Bossalini)*



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.



Verse 2 *(Poppa L.Q.)*



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 vengance

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.



Verse 3 *(Numskull)*



If it's one thang this nigga hate

it's niggaz swangin like Chimpaznes

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 til 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.



*(Chorus-Phats Bossalini)* x1



I got some Killaz On The Payroll

an they know

when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.



Verse 4 *(Madd Maxx)*



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 tradgey 

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 Vill 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



*(Chorus)* x2



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)



Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*



Uh, uh.

Well it's that Vill nigga

that real nigga

that fill niggaz wit hot ones

combined wit L we doubled barrelled 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 til I kiss the sky an straight up run this 

juss 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 "Ooooh"

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.