Killaz On The Payroll song by Luniz from Primary Album Lunitik-muzik. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is West Coast, Hardcore Rap, Rap music. The Record company is Virgin Records, Noo Trybe Records & C-Note Records. Released on November 11, 1997.
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Killaz On The Payroll Meaning
| [Welcome Little boys and girls. You thought niggas was gonna come weak? Nigga this the Mobb fool, uh I got some killers on the payroll, and they know When it’s time to handle business nigga lay low [Verse 1: Phats Bossalini] I fight to struggle Hoping God don’t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle The shots was muffled I remember blood puddles Land of the scand’ where niggas fallin in doubles Maybe couples, I mean the strong kill the weak Million dollar puzzles, I done placed the last piece Success is sweet, I put it all back together Mass melted cheddar strictly guarded by Berettas, uh Cash sweet, for the jewels, they get they ass beat Sweat in my sleep, think they found a way to blast me Grossly, muthafuckaz tried to choke me Sliced they throat, look in my eyes, die slowly You owe me, that’s for takin it, P Now what’s left to play solely that’s for fuckin wit me Listen, in the streets it’s a respect thang Can’t tell the tune, let the nine, Tec sing Mostly ‘caine products got sold on my block Most the nights I slept got awoke by shots The inner city, I could care less about your pity I’m Phats Bossin ready to die if you come get me , [Verse 2: Madd Maxx] Well you can label me an outlaw, it’s 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 and leave it smokin when I’m finished Popeye on spinach, my niggas been in and done done it So come to Smoke-a-Lot Records, nigga, you know who run it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried 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 Phats Bossalini chills on the block with cash Got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast [Verse 3: Numskull] If it’s one thang the nigga hate It’s niggas swangin like chimpanzees That’s why it’s no exception To the shit these niggas hand me 20 years of struggle Huddles and 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, look and roll through the cuts lookin for cops I kept on grinding for three years, too muthafuckin long And had to cope wit everythang 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 thang So muthafuckin what if it’s the wrong thang It’s only one rule I live by: Keep some Killaz On The Payroll, nigga, and get your shit right , [Hook: Phats Bossalini] I got some killers on the payroll, and they know When it’s time to handle business nigga lay low [Verse 4: Poppa L.Q.] Presentin more urban tales Of crack sales and blackmail And black males peelin black males I swear these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad It’s sad They did my comrade 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 sporting this 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 lo-jack posted up at the gambling shack Fully strapped wit a Benjamin big faced stack on the attack Lookin for the assailant who put in the work He swore on the turf he’d put his asshole in the dirt ‘Cause a million soldiers died in this urban street war Before the deaths of Biggie and 2Pac Shakur Is this the effects of being young, black and poor? Do we genetically have what it takes to endure? Had killaz lookin for him from Crenshaw to Figueroa To the O-A-K, 6-9 Ville keeps it real ‘Cause men sharpen men like steel sharpen steel We warriors for the scrill wit’ a whole lot of will And I’m never gonna put down my sword and chill ‘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 [Hook] – repeat 2X [Verse 5: Yukmouth] Uh, uh Well it’s that Ville nigga, that real nigga That fill niggas wit hot ones Combined wit L we doubled barreled guns Motherfuckers best run Fuckin around with album numb’ two 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 niggas like you Can’t trust niggas in your crew, what to do, I Don’t be drinkin no brew, I Do get high til I kiss the sky and straight up I ingest in do Why, do I Go on the under like True Lies Shakin these fleas and shoo-flys Royalties from Noo-Trybe Got niggas tryin to twist me like screwdrive’ But fuck what you claim We aim Mac 10s Hoobang and hooride So who die? Nobody ever knew ‘Cause true Killaz don’t fuck wit niggas like you Bumpin your gums bout who got ya threw in the flue Drunk in the Chev’, grabbin your pumpkin head like “Ooooh” I been the Ice Cream Man since ’92 comin through In the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes, fuck some Trues Vogues give the hoes blues, bitches choose and lose Plus I puff indo, fool, how could you refuse? I do not be fuckin wit broke bitches like you Only if you knew my game would have you running trains through the crew I do But since I got funk wit Dangerous Crew Some new niggas tryin to step on my shoe 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 niggas from Frisco That’s who? My niggas from Get Low, the RBL, my nigga Coug Nut, 11/5 Bump this in your Chev’ and ride Did a show in Reno, about seven died Muthafuckaz startin to ride But niggas ain’t bumpin no 4-TAY ‘Cause he too busy (bietch) tryin to smoke some more yay, uh Hoes say around the Bay ‘I knew He be funny lookin like G-Money, nigga, puffin woos’ Heard you got married to a crack pipe You need to get some Get Right like Mac Mall ‘Cause you act like you can’t rap at all Cappin’ jaws are swingin on platinum balls Won’t get flat on your wall Just get snatched up in a U-Haul ‘Cause 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 Mob niggas fool, uh [Hook] I got some killers on the payroll, and they know And they know…] |
Common queries
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Killaz On The Payroll?
This lirics prodiucer by MIKE DEAN & Tone Capone.
- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Killaz On The Payroll
Killaz On The Payroll lyrics is written by Numskull, Yukmouth, Phats Bossalini, Poppa LQ, Madd Maxx, MIKE DEAN & Tone Capone
- Who is the person responsible for featuring the lyrics of Killaz On The Payroll?
Killaz On The Payroll is credited as the featured artist on Poppa LQ, Phats Bossalini & Madd Maxx
- Who is the lyrics Mixing Engineer
Killaz On The Payroll song lyrics mixing Engineer by MIKE DEAN & Tone Capone
