Текст песни Regime Killers 2001 - Yukmouth

I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low

Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle
We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles
It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas
Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend
I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline
What what, I'm too sick for y'all
Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all
In this pitfall I'm 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 can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'
So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookie
My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie

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 ain't 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 I'm too clean, make it a murder scene
Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't 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

Regime Killer number one, I'm 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 Ninna???? great holes with these
You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please
Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick
Can't 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, I'm 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, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean
For the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

Let's 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 guns'll 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
Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg
But you don't expect me to score, times are hard
You're broke but you're 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 I'm standin tall on em
Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em
It's time for platinum minin, military grindin
Right when these suckers???? start declinin

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 don't wanna run the safe, ha?
Nigga, don't play dumb,
I'm 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, it's 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, that's why we's on payroll

Regime Life, niggas
Thug rituals
Regime Life
Thug Lord
Regime Life, nigga

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