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Welcome.
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Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga
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this the Mobb fool. Uh.
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I got some Killaz On The Payroll
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an they know
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when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.
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Verse 1 *(Phats Bossalini)*
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I fight to struggle
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hopin god don't stop my hustle
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my fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle
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the shots was multiple
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I remember blood puddles
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landed in sand wit niggaz fallin in doubles
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baby couples
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I mean the strong kill the weak
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million dolla puzzles
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I done placed the last piece
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success is sweet
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I put it all back together
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mass melted chambers
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strictly guarded by Barretas
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uh
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cash means
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fo the jewels they get they ass beat
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sweat in my sleep
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think they found a way to blast me
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grossly
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mutha fuckaz tried to choke me
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sliced they throat
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look in my eyes now slowly
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your oldie
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that's for takin it P
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now what's left to play soley
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that's for fuckin wit me
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listen
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in the streets it's a respect thang
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can't tell the tune
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left ya non-Taxin
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mostly caine brought up
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got sold on my block
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most the nights I slept
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got awoke by shots
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the inner city
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I could care less about your pitty
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I'm Phats Bossin ready to die come and get me.
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Verse 2 *(Poppa L.Q.)*
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Well you can label me an outlaw when Madd Maxx turn to set it off
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grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
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like Dustin Hoff
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killin MC's off wit a vengance
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blow the microphone up
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an leave it smokin when I'm finished
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per pound spinach
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my niggaz been in it an done, done it
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so when you come to smoke wit our records
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nigga you know who run it
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I gets blunted 168 hours a week
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P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet
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but never sleep on the vocabulary skillz
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of a nigga that's out to make mills
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uh
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my nigga Phats Bossalini tells all the block cats
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got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast.
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Verse 3 *(Numskull)*
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If it's one thang this nigga hate
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it's niggaz swangin like Chimpaznes
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that's why it's no exception
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to the shit these niggaz hand me
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20 years of struggle
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huddles an plans can't amount to millions bubble
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that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
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no matter my home nigga
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my home is where I'm hustlin
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wit Killaz On The Payroll
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makin up for lost pay loads
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the Bay knows
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it's hustle-matic til you drop
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stop
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lookin bold through the cuts
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lookin for cops
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I kept on runnin for three years
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too mutha fuckin long
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and had to cope wit everythang that went wrong
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I got the Lord in my life
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not cuz religion
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but the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions
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never listened to grown folks
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I did my own thang
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so mutha fuckin what if it's the wrong thang
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it's only one rule I live by
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keep some Killaz On The Payroll nigga
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an get yo shit right.
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*(Chorus-Phats Bossalini)* x1
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I got some Killaz On The Payroll
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an they know
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when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.
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Verse 4 *(Madd Maxx)*
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Presentin more urban tales
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of crack sales
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an black mail
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an black males, peelin black males
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that's why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad
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it's sad
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they did my comrad bad
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smoked him wit the mag
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now he's walkin wit a cane
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and wearin a shit bag
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my loc keep me focused got me sportin this rag
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wit this tradgey
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added to agony
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an frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn't stop me
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retaliation
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cuz his only climax
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was pay back
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he let his wounds heal an got more get back
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an low track
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posted up wit the family shack
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fully strapped
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wit a Benjamin big faced stack
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only to get attacked
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lookin for the sale
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he put in his work
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he swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
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cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars
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before the deaths of Biggie and Tupac Shakur
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Is this the effects of being young black an poor?
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Do we genetically have what it takes to endure?
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had killaz lookin for him from Crenshaw
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to 5th Wards
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to the O-A-K
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6-9 Vill keeps it real
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cuz men sharpen men
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like steel sharpen steel
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we warriors for the skrill
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wit a whole lot of will
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an I'm never gonna put down my sword an kill
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cuz I'm out here in these fields wit the fo |