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letra de regime killers 2001 - yukmouth

[ chorus ]
i got some killers on the payroll, and they know
when it’s time to handle business, n-gg-, lay low

[ phats bossi ]
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 n-gg-s
paint a vivid–ss picture, boss spittin the scriptures
n-gg-, 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 d-ck 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

[ mad max ]
who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer
drop n-gg-s, spillin they brains, rollin with hot n-gg-s
rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us
straight up, get razorblade-cut for f-ckin with us
regime superiors, max ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
rippin your sh-t imperial, kill n-gg-s’ material
my whole crew ain’t fearin ya, mad max the high priest
i got some real killer m-th-f-ckas 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, n-gg-s ain’t never heard of me
burnin em to the third degree, leavin n-gg-s in the infirmary
wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid
the dragon recruited real n-gg-s 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, i’m back up in this b-tch 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 you’se a merely killer for the cheese, n-gg- please
awfully sick, he tryin to f-ck, so off with his d-ck
can’t floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips
tossin his d-ck in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship
talk to his b-tch 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 n-gg- back
so i? saafir and tellin me? get his sh-t 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!”

[ poppa lq ]
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 n-body
cause gees catch and send his -ss back a cold body
young guns’ll lay ya down regardless who you are
sh-t, we make a livin out of extortin you stars
robbin you for your jewelry, sn-tchin 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 b-lls on em
it’s time for platinum minin, military grindin
right when these suckers? start declinin

[ governor matic ]
yuk threw me on part 2
regime brick city n-gg-s mobbin when we come through
n-gg-, the governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up
funk doc, diesel don, yo, them n-gg-s 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, n-gg-s’ mouths get taped up
kids get draped up and b-tch 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?
n-gg-, don’t play dumb, i’m steady gettin money from those that hold up
used to drink weed tea, now my sh-t 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
n-gg-, 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

[ chorus ]

regime life, n-gg-s
thug rituals
regime life
thug lord
regime life, n-gg-

[ yukmouth ]
now where them toy soldiers at? there they go, right chea
get them b-tches, kill them n-gg-s, there they go, watch it
where them toy soldiers at? there they go, right chea
keep them b-tches, kill them n-gg-s, there they go, watch it
get that bitin–ss rapper, wanna-be actor
fake non-playin basketball n-gg- 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 n-gg- for tryin to steal a name from a n-gg-
ice cream man put flames to a n-gg-
i figured by now that n-gg- done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that sh-t
but until then i’m killin that b-tch
all you got is snoop dogg and mystikal in your click
and all them other m-th-f-ckas are like mystikal-in your click
you’re still in this sh-t, “f-ck yuk, i ain’t feelin his sh-t’
but f-ck you too, you fell off and i’m still in this b-tch
willing to rip the f-ckin head off a villain that’s 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
f-ck gold, f-ck platinum, n-gg-, i did that sh-t
in ’95 and ’96, so what you did ain’t sh-t
n-gg-s go triple platinum, n-gg-, do some amazin sh-t
some eyebrow-risin sh-t and quit hatin, ya b-tch
how the f-ck you a mack when you beat down hoes?
at videos give a bad–ss b-tch a bl–dy nose
n-gg-,? put you on in ’84
you was a crackhead in dirty–ss clothes with dopefiend flows
broke m-th-f-cka out livin on skid row
n-gg-, you from l.a., you ain’t even from the big o
this year them b-tch–ss n-gg-s gon’ get theirs
you swingin from my b-lls, why you down there smell my d-ck hairs
ya b-tch
and dru down, the real mack of the year, ya b-tch–ss n-gg-
longevity that, huh
b-tch

[ chorus ]

regime life, n-gg-
ya b-tch!

- yukmouth

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