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[ CHORUS ]<br />I got some killers on the payroll, and they know<br />When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low<br /><br />[ Phats Bossi ]<br />Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle<br />We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles<br />It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas<br />Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures<br />Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend<br />I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline<br />What what, I'm too sick for y'all<br />Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all<br />In this pitfall I'm on the grind for mine<br />My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines<br />On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so<br />My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'<br />My life real, seen a man die slow<br />And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'<br />So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookie<br />My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie<br /><br />[ Mad Max ]<br />Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer<br />Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas<br />Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us<br />Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us<br />Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior<br />Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material<br />My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest<br />I got some real killer muthafuckas behind me<br />And I be obviously on top of things<br />With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene<br />Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of me<br />Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary<br />Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid <br />The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music<br />So peep game and next time you speak my name<br />Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame<br />Regime<br /><br />[ CHORUS ]<br /><br />[ Tech N9ne ]<br />Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez<br />On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees<br />For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great holes with these<br />You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please<br />Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick<br />Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips<br />Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship<br />Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss<br />(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne ????<br />(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time<br />Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back<br />So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back<br />Off with their heads, let them hang high<br />Caught in their beds, let it ???? die<br />Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean<br />For the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"<br /><br />[ Poppa LQ ]<br />Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips<br />With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips<br />No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody<br />Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body<br />Young guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are<br />Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars<br />Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars<br />Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg<br />But you don't expect me to score, times are hard<br />You're broke but you're scared to steal and break a law<br />You need not worry 'bout me, I live it raw<br />A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball<br />I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em<br />Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em<br />It's time for platinum minin, military grindin<br />Right when these suckers ???? start declinin<br /><br />[ Governor Matic ]<br />Yuk threw me on part 2<br />Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through<br />Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up<br />Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up<br />As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up<br />For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up<br />Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up<br />Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up<br />Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper<br />You got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?<br />Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up<br />Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust<br />Now hold up, car patrolled up<br />It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota<br />We splatter brains over crack cocaine<br />In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane<br />Nigga, it's not a question<br />My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin<br />Like you was strippin down on Western<br />Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll<br />Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll<br /><br />[ CHORUS ]<br /><br />Regime Life, niggas<br />Thug rituals<br />Regime Life<br />Thug Lord<br />Regime Life, nigga<br /><br />[ Yukmouth ]<br />Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea<br />Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it<br />Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea<br />Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it<br />Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor<br />Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors<br />I spit in your face and slap ya, boy<br />With a .38 kidnap ya, boy<br />Ductape and wrap ya, boy<br />???? and flash ya, boy <br />Lascerate and trash ya, boy<br />Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy<br />Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga<br />Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga<br />I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit<br />But until then I'm killin that bitch<br />All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click<br />And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click<br />You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'<br />But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch<br />Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick<br />My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit<br />The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame<br />Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again<br />Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit<br />In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit<br />Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit<br />Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch<br />How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes?<br />At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose<br />Nigga, the studio in compton I put you on in '84<br />You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows<br />Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row<br />Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O<br />This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs<br />You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs<br />Ya bitch<br />And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga<br />Longevity that, huh<br />Bitch<br /><br />[ CHORUS ]<br /><br />Regime Life, nigga<br />Ya bitch!
New song lyrics
[ CHORUS ]<br />I got some killers on the payroll, and they know<br />When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low<br /><br />[ Phats Bossi ]<br />Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle<br />We all fight back like maniacs with broke knuckles<br />It's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggas<br />Paint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scriptures<br />Nigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiend<br />I straight pop codeine and drink gasoline<br />What what, I'm too sick for y'all<br />Tatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'all<br />In this pitfall I'm on the grind for mine<br />My people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with nines<br />On the payroll, apply the pressure when we say so<br />My troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'<br />My life real, seen a man die slow<br />And I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'<br />So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookie<br />My team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie<br /><br />[ Mad Max ]<br />Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killer<br />Drop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggas<br />Rot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with us<br />Straight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with us<br />Regime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior<br />Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material<br />My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest<br />I got some real killer muthafuckas behind me<br />And I be obviously on top of things<br />With the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder scene<br />Glocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of me<br />Burnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmary<br />Wait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid <br />The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug music<br />So peep game and next time you speak my name<br />Be prepared for incoming from the heat of the flame<br />Regime<br /><br />[ CHORUS ]<br /><br />[ Tech N9ne ]<br />Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with Yukmeez<br />On the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your knees<br />For the pesos Tech N9na ???? great holes with these<br />You stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga please<br />Awfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dick<br />Can't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lips<br />Tossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his ship<br />Talk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss<br />(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne ????<br />(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime time<br />Qwest Records tryin to hold a nigga back<br />So I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit back<br />Off with their heads, let them hang high<br />Caught in their beds, let it ???? die<br />Tech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike Dean<br />For the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"<br /><br />[ Poppa LQ ]<br />Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips<br />With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips<br />No 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobody<br />Cause gees catch and send his ass back a cold body<br />Young guns'll lay ya down regardless who you are<br />Shit, we make a livin out of extortin you stars<br />Robbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your cars<br />Poverty's a plague, I rob before I beg<br />But you don't expect me to score, times are hard<br />You're broke but you're scared to steal and break a law<br />You need not worry 'bout me, I live it raw<br />A hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ball<br />I had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on em<br />Lookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on em<br />It's time for platinum minin, military grindin<br />Right when these suckers ???? start declinin<br /><br />[ Governor Matic ]<br />Yuk threw me on part 2<br />Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come through<br />Nigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed up<br />Funk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed up<br />As I rolled up, the nine Glock get load up<br />For the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold up<br />Confiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped up<br />Kids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make up<br />Then I take up all clothes, jewels and paper<br />You got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?<br />Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold up<br />Used to drink weed tea, now my shit robust<br />Now hold up, car patrolled up<br />It was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door Toyota<br />We splatter brains over crack cocaine<br />In the court we still came to pay Judge Mills Lane<br />Nigga, it's not a question<br />My uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressin<br />Like you was strippin down on Western<br />Killers on the payroll, pockets stay swoll<br />Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll<br /><br />[ CHORUS ]<br /><br />Regime Life, niggas<br />Thug rituals<br />Regime Life<br />Thug Lord<br />Regime Life, nigga<br /><br />[ Yukmouth ]<br />Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea<br />Get them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it<br />Where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right chea<br />Keep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch it<br />Get that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actor<br />Fake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the Raptors<br />I spit in your face and slap ya, boy<br />With a .38 kidnap ya, boy<br />Ductape and wrap ya, boy<br />???? and flash ya, boy <br />Lascerate and trash ya, boy<br />Mash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor Troy<br />Shame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a nigga<br />Ice Cream Man put flames to a nigga<br />I figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shit<br />But until then I'm killin that bitch<br />All you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your click<br />And all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your click<br />You're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'<br />But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitch<br />Willing to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sick<br />My raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spit<br />The Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flame<br />Rappers tired in the game, make em retire again<br />Fuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shit<br />In '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shit<br />Niggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shit<br />Some eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitch<br />How the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes?<br />At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody nose<br />Nigga, the studio in compton I put you on in '84<br />You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flows<br />Broke muthafucka out livin on skid row<br />Nigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big O<br />This year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirs<br />You swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairs<br />Ya bitch<br />And Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass nigga<br />Longevity that, huh<br />Bitch<br /><br />[ CHORUS ]<br /><br />Regime Life, nigga<br />Ya bitch!
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