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