to say im alive im on a mission, im on a mission courtesy of a condition my condition, my condition is something that you cant see im just looking for a better way im on this mission
want to say im alive im on a mission, im on a mission courtesy of a condition my condition, my condition is something that you cant see im just looking for a better way im on this mission
shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck on
try me Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin' Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin' Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video
door Mouths foamin, rubber grips laid on my hip Cock it and spit, slit his whole shit, empty the whole clip Pretty kid, broke a few ribs, did a murder
I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam Fucking
on a muthafuckin mission [Twinz] and I, kicks up dust cuz its a must and I, acts a fool cuz its my rule So need we say more on this topic Warren G droppped
got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell
follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin' (Now see) Buckin' them bodies with shots And a come on, a come on, a come on Everybody
they figure They can try me like a muthafucka Won't swang back or somethin' or even pull a nine Out my jacket and start dumpin', fuck 'em I think a nigga see us on
-seven That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission, to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come
Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on
fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong
on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga
on me? (Hate on me, yeah) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna playa hate on me?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on
let me come down with a wood Momo thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill house on the hill, got my mind on a mill on a mission tryin to get rich down to