Regime Killers 2001(Explicit) - Tech N9ne

I got some killers on the payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, ni**a, 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-a**picture, Boss spittin the scriptures
Ni**a, 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
[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 f**kin with us
Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior
Rippin your sh*t imperial, kill niggas' material
My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest
I got some real killer muthaf**kas 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
[CHORUS ]
[Tech N9ne ]
Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this b**ch 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, ni**a please
Awfully sick, he tryin to f**k, 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 b**ch 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 ni**a 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!"
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 a**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, 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
Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through
Ni**a, 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 b**ch 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?
Ni**a, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up
Used to drink w**d 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 coc*ine
In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane
Ni**a, 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, ni**a
Now where them toy soldiers at?There they go, right chea
Get them b**ches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Where them toy soldiers at?There they go, right chea
Keep them b**ches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it
Get that bitin-a**rapper, wanna-be actor
Fake non-playin Basketball ni**a 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 ni**a for tryin to steal a name from a ni**a
Ice Cream Man put flames to a ni**a
I figured by now that ni**a done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that sh*t
But until then I'm killin that b**ch
All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click
And all them other muthaf**kas are like Mystikal-in your click
You're still in this sh*t, "F**k Yuk, I ain't feelin his sh*t'
But f**k you too, you fell off and I'm still in this b**ch
Willing to rip the f**kin 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**k gold, f**k platinum, ni**a, I did that sh*t
In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't sh*t
Niggas go triple platinum, ni**a, do some amazin sh*t
Some eyebrow-risin sh*t and quit hatin, ya b**ch
How the f**k you a mack when you beat down hoes?
At videos give a bad-a**b**ch a bloody nose
Ni**a, the studio in compton I put you on in '84
You was a crackhead in dirty-a**clothes with dopefiend flows
Broke muthaf**ka out livin on skid row
Ni**a, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O
This year them b**ch-a**niggas gon' get theirs
You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs
Ya b**ch
And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya b**ch-a**ni**a
Longevity that, huh
B**ch
Regime Life, ni**a
Ya b**ch!