Regime Killers 2001 Lyrics - Yukmouth

[ CHORUS ] 

I got some killers on the payroll, and they know 

When it's time to handle business, nigga, 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 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 

[ 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 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 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ Tech N9ne ] 

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 N9na ???? 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!" 

[ 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 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 

[ Governor Matic ] 

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 

[ CHORUS ] 

Regime Life, niggas 

Thug rituals 

Regime Life 

Thug Lord 

Regime Life, nigga 

[ Yukmouth ] 

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 

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 nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga 

Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga 

I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit 

But until then I'm killin that bitch 

All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click 

And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click 

You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit' 

But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch 

Willing to rip the fuckin 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 

Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit 

In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit 

Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit 

Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch 

How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes? 

At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose 

Nigga, the studio in compton I put you on in '84 

You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows 

Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row 

Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O 

This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs 

You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs 

Ya bitch 

And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga 

Longevity that, huh 

Bitch 

[ CHORUS ] 

Regime Life, nigga 

Ya bitch!