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Yukmouth - "Regime Killers 2001"
Lyrics to Regime Killers 2001 : (feat. Phats Bossilini, Mad Max, Tech N9ne, Poppa LQ, Gov) [CHORUS] I got some killers on the payroll, and they know When its time to handle business, nigga, lay low [Phats Bossi] Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles Its mo trouble cause now we seein you niggas Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures Nigga, Im Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline What what, Im too sick for yall Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to yall In this pitfall Im on the grind for mine My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo My life real, seen a man die slow And I still cant sleep, sweatin bullets fo sho So dont push me, Boss is one tough cookie My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie [Mad Max] Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas material My whole crew aint fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest I got some real killer muthafuckas behind me And I be obviously on top of things With the Regime Im too clean, make it a murder scene Glocks and murder beam, niggas aint never heard of me Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music So peep game and next time you speak my name Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame Regime [CHORUS] [Tech N9ne] Regime Killer number one, Im back up in this bitch with Yukmeez On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees For the pesos Tech N9na [''''] great holes with these You stay yellin youse a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick Cant floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss (He bows down) You get [''''] N9ne '''' (We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, Im prime time Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back So I [''''] Saafir and tellin me [''''] get his shit back Off with their heads, let them hang high Caught in their beds, let it [''''] die Tech Neen, Im a fiend for strings by Mike Dean For the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!" [Poppa LQ] Lets take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.s and a thousand clips No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body Young gunsll lay ya down regardless who you are Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars Povertys a plague, I rob before I beg But you dont expect me to score, times are hard Youre broke but youre scared to steal and break a law You need not worry bout me, I live it raw A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball I had to crawl before I walked but now Im standin tall on em Lookin down on em, bout to drop my balls on em Its time for platinum minin, military grindin Right when these suckers [''''] start declinin [Governor Matic] Yuk threw me on part 2 Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up Confiscate drugs, niggas mouths get taped up Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper You got cash money, but you dont wanna run the safe, ha' Nigga, dont play dumb, Im steady gettin money from those that hold up Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust Now hold up, car patrolled up It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota We splatter brains over crack cocaine In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane Nigga, its not a question My uzi weighs a ton, ll have you undressin Like you was strippin down on Western Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll Hearts stay cold, thats why wes on payroll [CHORUS] Regime Life, niggas Thug rituals Regime Life Thug Lord Regime Life, nigga [Yukmouth] Now where them toy soldiers at' There they go, right chea Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it Where them toy soldiers at' There they go, right chea Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors I spit in your face and slap ya, boy With a .38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy [''''] and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit But until then Im killin that bitch All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click Youre still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I aint feelin his shit But fuck you too, you fell off and Im still in this bitch Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain thats sick My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit In 95 and 96, so what you did aint shit Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes' At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose Nigga, '''' put you on in 84 You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row Nigga, you from L.A., you aint even from the Big O This year them bitch-ass niggas gon get theirs You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs Ya bitch And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga Longevity that, huh Bitch [CHORUS] Regime Life, nigga Ya bitch! [ Regime Killers 2001 Lyrics ]
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