Poppa LQ - k**az on the Payroll lyrics

Welcome Little boys and girls. You thought n***as was gonna come weak? n***a this the Mobb fool, uh I got some k**ers on the payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business n***a 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 n***as fallin in doubles Maybe couples, I mean the strong k** the weak Million dollar puzzles, I done placed the last piece Success is sweet, I put it all back together Ma** melted cheddar strictly guarded by Berettas, uh Cash sweet, for the j**els, they get they a** beat Sweat in my sleep, think they found a way to blast me Grossly, muthaf**az 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 f**in 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', k**in MC's off wit a vengance Blow the microphone up and leave it smokin when I'm finished Popeye on spinach, my n***as been in and done done it So come to Smoke-a-Lot Records, n***a, 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 sk**s Of a n***a that's out to make mills, uh My n***a 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 n***a hate It's n***as swangin like chimpanzees That's why it's no exception To the sh** these n***as 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, n***a, my home is where I'm hustlin Wit k**az 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 muthaf**in 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 n***a had dreams and visions Never listened to grown folks, I did my own thang So muthaf**in what if it's the wrong thang It's only one rule I live by: Keep some k**az On The Payroll, n***a, and get your sh** right [Hook: Phats Bossalini] I got some k**ers on the payroll, and they know When it's time to handle business n***a 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 sh** 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 a**ailant who put in the work He swore on the turf he'd put his a**hole in the dirt 'Cause a million soldiers died in this urban street war Before the d**hs 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 k**az 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 a**a**ination [Hook] - repeat 2X [Verse 5: Yukmouth] Uh, uh Well it's that Ville n***a, that real n***a That fill n***as wit hot ones Combined wit L we doubled barreled guns Motherf**ers best run f**in around with album numb' two So, do not be f**in around wit we and we won't f** around wit you I do hang wit Dru, I do not be f**in wit busta n***as like you Can't trust n***as 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 n***as tryin to twist me like screwdrive' But f** what you claim We aim Mac 10s Hoobang and hooride So who die? Nobody ever knew 'Cause true k**az don't f** wit n***as 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, f** some Trues Vogues give the hoes blues, b**hes choose and lose Plus I puff indo, fool, how could you refuse? I do not be f**in wit broke b**hes 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 n***as tryin to step on my shoe You know who That n***a got a perm like Dru Burn like two Remmies when he perform for you I do Kick it wit real n***as from Frisco That's who? My n***as from Get Low, the RBL, my n***a Coug Nut, 11/5 Bump this in your Chev' and ride Did a show in Reno, about seven died Muthaf**az startin to ride But n***as 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, n***a, 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 b**h n***a like RuPaul You all think you gonna make money dissin my crew? But only if you knew, n***a You f**in wit these Mob n***as fool, uh [Hook] I got some k**ers on the payroll, and they know And they know...