Testi musica canzoni

Welcome.
Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga
this the Mobb fool. Uh.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
an they know
when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

Verse 1 *(Phats Bossalini)*

I fight to struggle
hopin god don't stop my hustle
my fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle
the shots was multiple
I remember blood puddles
landed in sand wit niggaz fallin in doubles
baby couples
I mean the strong kill the weak
million dolla puzzles
I done placed the last piece
success is sweet
I put it all back together
mass melted chambers
strictly guarded by Barretas
uh
cash means
fo the jewels they get they ass beat
sweat in my sleep
think they found a way to blast me
grossly
mutha fuckaz tried to choke me
sliced they throat
look in my eyes now slowly
your oldie
that's for takin it P
now what's left to play soley
that's for fuckin wit me
listen
in the streets it's a respect thang
can't tell the tune
left ya non-Taxin
mostly caine brought up
got sold on my block
most the nights I slept
got awoke by shots
the inner city
I could care less about your pitty
I'm Phats Bossin ready to die come and get me.

Verse 2 *(Poppa L.Q.)*

Well you can label me an outlaw when Madd Maxx turn to set it off
grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
like Dustin Hoff
killin MC's off wit a vengance
blow the microphone up
an leave it smokin when I'm finished
per pound spinach
my niggaz been in it an done, done it
so when you come to smoke wit our records
nigga you know who run it
I gets blu