Regime Killers 2001

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I got some killers on the payroll, and they know

When it's time to handle business, *******, 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 *******s

Paint a vivid-ass picture,

Boss spittin the scriptures

*******, 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 ******* to y'all

In this pitfall

I'm on the grind for mine

My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pu*******n 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 *******s, spillin they brains, rollin with hot *******s

Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us

Straight up, get razorblade-cut for ****** with us

Regime superiors,

Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior

Rippin your *******t imperial, kill *******s' material

My whole crew ain't fearin ya,

Mad Max the

High Priest

I got some real killer mutha*******as 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, *******s ain't never heard of me

Burnin em to the third degree, leavin *******s in the infirmary

Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid

The Dragon recruited real *******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

Regime Killer number one,

I'm back up in this ******* 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, ******* please

Awfully sick, he tryin to *******, so off with his *******

Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips

Tossin his ******* in a box of chocolates and walk in his *******p

Talk to his ******* 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 ******* back

So I ????

Saafir and tellin me ???? get his *******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!"

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

*******t, 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 ******* 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 *******s mobbin when we come through

*******, the

Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up

Funk Doc,

Diesel Don, yo, them *******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, *******s' mouths get taped up

Kids get draped up and ******* 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?

*******, don't play dumb,

I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up

Used to drink ******* tea, now my *******t robust

Now hold up, car patrolled up

It was 12

Outsidaz in a two-door

Toyota We splatter brains over crack *******

In the court we still came to pay

Judge Mills

Lane *******, 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, *******s

Thug rituals

Regime Life

Thug Lord

Regime Life, *******

Now where them toy soldiers at?

There they go, right chea

Get them *******, kill them *******s, there they go, watch it

Where them toy soldiers at?

There they go, right chea

Keep them *******, kill them *******s, there they go, watch it

Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor

Fake non-playin

Basketball ******* 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 ******* for tryin to steal a name from a *******

Ice Cream

Man put flames to a *******

I figured by now that ******* done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that *******t

But until then

I'm killin that *******

All you got is

Snoop Dogg and

Mystikal in your click

And all them other mutha*******as are like

Mystikal-in your click

You're still in this *******t, "******* Yuk, I ain't feelin his *******t' But ******* you too, you fell off and I'm still in this ******* Willing to rip the ****** 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 ******* gold, ******* platinum, *******, I did that *******t In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't *******t *******s go triple platinum, *******, do some amazin *******t Some eyebrow-risin *******t and quit hatin, ya ******* How the ******* you a mack when you beat down hoes? At videos give a bad-ass ******* a bloody nose *******, the studio in compton I put you on in '84 You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with ****fiend flows Broke mutha*******a out livin on skid row *******, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O This year them *******-ass *******s gon' get theirs You swingin from my *******, why you down there smell my ******* hairs Ya ******* And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya *******-ass ******* Longevity that, huh ******* Regime Life, ******* Ya *******!

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