2Pac Ft Dr Dre - Lay Low (DJ Veli Remix) | Текст песни

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• 2Pac Ft Dr Dre
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I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin
Ain't scared to die

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still coming up
I'm gettin paid pulling razors on niggas when they running up the first to pull..

After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin' again
Time to make it yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, niggaz that scary, get too near me we rushin'
Visions of over-packed prisons, visions & niggaz thug livin'
Pressures & 3 strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, ssshhh
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fiendin' for currency, the money be callin'
It's like I'm
Dreamin', see in season me ballin'
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin niggaz pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder shit
God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no one
Nigga got my own plan, WATCH ME, uh

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin
Ain't scared to die

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still coming up
I'm gettin paid pulling razors on niggas when they running up the first to pull..

Plus all day, I puff weed till my eyes bleed red
Undercover tactics, leave my enemies dead
Check this
I know you niggas got no love for me
But how the fuck your whole clique turn to thugs, homie?
Like misdemeanors, it's a small thang
You niggas ain't ready for war, let my balls hang
Bust it
I took apart your whole crew, lack heart, I ain't concerned
I bust at Bad Boy, Mobb Deep & murder The Firm
When you scream "Fake thugs," who the fuck you mean?
Get more cream than all of y'all, nigga, fuck your team
Now Dre want to switch sides, tricks hide in war
Last year, I shed tears, but I don't cry no more
Plus Jay-Z tried to play me, won't last long
Go ask King Sun how it feel to have your ass gone
Listen Doo-Wop, don't get your shit knocked, you can't win, tell 'em all to let the games begin

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Catch Makaveli while he sleeping,
My mini fourteen murdering niggaz while they creepin
Ain't scared to die

I got some killers on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still coming up
I'm gettin paid pulling razors on niggas when they running up the first to pull..


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