glock Pump blast fa the cash, then I mashin' wid gas Gotta dash away from the cops, not lettin' no pause Steadily flippin' up rows, rippin' up flesh wid six
' off On the mission to back in the days When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs And wanted to get paid, runnin' to my side, Lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission
held up yet Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown So, I continue my mission It's gettin'
when Tawny was my girlfriend rollin a rap said I'm the badest mammajama half white and black had my babies d'Jodeci six with Sarina little Bree Bone Bryan Miss
demons screamin' rest in peace I guess you got ta suffer Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission
Woke up this mornin' fifty-five past six Eazy-muthafuckin'-E with tha hard ass dick Nigga plottin', ah Nigga schemin' so don't wake me bitch, 'cuz I'm
screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture, hunt my victims on a mission
in his yard As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes And let out off they ammunition, but they didn't hit him, they missed him So homie ducked
bust, blouse wrinkled but still stunning, I don it Made a mack move and girl chased me And shortly thereafter, exchanged our fuck faces It's tasteless but honey must of missed
run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em I ain't playin' no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change Motherfuck bein' a lame
away the plug out the game it ain't gon operate So now we're picky with the wickedly ways And I done been inside the beast in his belly for six days
mission Means one thing you let a mothafucka catch you on the sneak tip And put your ass off in some deep shit; got the deep six And everybody sad sendin
that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh [Snoop Dogg] Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy In agony, Agatha, Christy Agana, miss
rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss They call me Banks, my government is Chris They feel me in the burbs, love me in the bricks Four inch whips, on a buggy six
bumpin and grindin in the club Like (Whoa!) I love to see you winin' in the club Like (Whoa!) Oh I just wanna love you longtime Like (Whoa!) My only mission
Wake up, man, it's late but not too late It's six o'clock like everyday Get your things, run and forget the rain Take power pills, don't miss your train
? I know I am Make you sniff uncut dope out of Thailand Can't see the God from the lense out the sky cam Clear the vibe ride or the six ride get the