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Yea |
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Haha |
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Still on a motherfucking mission |
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Biatch |
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Yea |
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[Verse 1] |
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I'm on a late night mission for some ass (some ass) |
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I had to pull over and get me some gas |
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And some rubbers and some drank (drank) |
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Orlet me count my bank (bank) |
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To see if I can get a fat sack of dank |
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Now let me think |
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About which bitch I gone fuck (fuck) |
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Poorless bitch with the willing to suck |
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My dick grew quik without saying shit |
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Cuz I'm the gangsta ass lay down with the hot style clip |
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That nigga H-D dog is a mack |
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My lil' homey Neo got 5 on the sack |
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And I gots 5 |
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So that makes 10 |
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So we got a dime sack |
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Now we sip and hin (well allright) |
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And a nigga got drunk ass fuck |
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And now it's time for me to go and get my dick sucked (by who) |
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By a bitch I meat the other day |
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I'm rolling in my 6 tray down M-L-K |
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And uh |
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[Chorus x2] |
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I'm still on a mission |
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Hittin' switches, fuckin' bitches, collecting ritches |
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I'm still on a mission |
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Getting blowed away |
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And you know that's right |
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[Verse 2] |
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Now it all comes back to me |
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Befor I was a O.G. I was a B.G. |
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Way back in 80-treezy |
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I puttin' it down on the eastside of L-B-C |
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21st is where we hung at night |
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And we squabble any nigga who wanted to fight (right) |
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And if a nigga really wanted to trip |
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I got a nine with an extra clip on my hip (whoo yea) |
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So get your ass of my block (block) |
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Befor I pop you with my glock |
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And take your sack of rocks (rocks) |
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You know I don't got no love for your ass |
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So hurry up, nigga move fast |
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Befor I have second thoughts about breaking you off |
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Like L-B I'll be killin' you soft |
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And I'll be sure to break you off proper |
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I beat your ass down and bush u like a copper |
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You know why |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3] |
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You better watch yourself |
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When I'm slanging this rhymes |
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I'm coming with the douser and the funky lines |
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Real fast, I blast, take your cash, and stiff |
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Niggas don't wanna trip cause my weapon is ciff |
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One of 'em shurt |
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Didn't gave a fuck if it didn't hurt |
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I love set tripping and I'm puts in work (on who) |
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On any nigga who fiddin to didding in me |
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I got a 9 millimeter and my heat of sceats |
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I'll ship that will take you off set so quik (damn) |
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You'll be lying in the dirt with a dust of dits |
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Shit, it's a shame when you got no game |
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And you straight dissin' nigga tryna get a name |
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Don't change |
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Be yourself in this hard game |
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Show no type of shame |
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And express your pain |
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And, to be the shit and don't be dissin' |
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And lookin' me loc |
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I'm still on a mission |
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[Chorus x4] |