Mission To Get It

Tip a 40 and you know that we already baked
Spittin lyrics so sick that they devastate
Steady creepin and I'm ready to assassinate
Any stupid fake that wants to perpetrate
When I go out on the streets, I get lost for days
Buying weed and beer from what my hustlin makes
Gettin fucked up and reppin the hood is all I do
Makin money on the streets sellin sacks to you
Go a do a beer run and come back with the brew
Throw another party, you know it ain't nothin new
Invite up all the homies from the hood and back in school
All tatted up, we just G's on the loose
Head out to the back and they already doin lines
They say go ahead and take some, I already took mine
So we gone be up all night till the sun shines
Everybody's fuckin wasted, down to spit rhymes
We in the middle of the night, commiting crimes
Loading bowl after bowl, so the high don't decline
Now we creepin in the night with a fuckin chrome
Fuck these bitches, they gone get bullets to the dome
I'm yelling out Loma, make if fuckin known
That we ain't no punk bitches and our pride is strong
And a bitch that's talking shit ain't gone be lasting long
So you better make sure you don't stare at us wrong

I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money
I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny
Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad
They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad
Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip
By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists
We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch
Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh

Always surrounded by my homies and evil demons
And I don't know why but I'm always hearing this eerie ringing
And when I come for your life, you know I leave no time for screamin
Hear voices in my head, but I never get the meanin
There's good and bad inside of me, they always competin
And I guess the evils winning cus my angers always steaming
All of my enemies line up like dope
And I know that they all wanna slit my throat
But you bitches should've known, not to provoke
Crazy mother fuckers that have no hope
You could say I am the reaper cus I make you die slow
I do what the fuck I want homie, fuck the 5 O
Psycho from the Aztec Generation, you could say I'm like a stove
Cus my heat turns all these pigs to bacon
You think you're the realest, well you're mistaken
Cus you know A G be the realest mother fuckers invadin
If you bitches wanna talk shit, then at you I'll be aiming
And I'll spill your blood and brains, all over the pavement
All of my life, nothings ever mattered
I'll run up on you levas and let bullets scatter
Only be to relax in my casket
So until then I'ma keep unloading on you bastards
I ride for the A G and we causing disasters
If you wanna go to war, brains will get splattered
Bringing destruction and causing these tragedies
I'm making sure you will never live happily
I'm from the places that you say are sad to see
I live in this world you live in a fantasy
Bringing destruction and causing these tragedies
I'm making sure you will never live happily
I'm from the places that you say are sad to see
I live in this world you live in a fantasy

I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money
I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny
Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad
They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad
Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip
By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists
We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch
Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh

It's aight son, we need them bad bitches, the type of ones
The ones that like to get down the type to fight son
All in repetition too sick for the competition
Only one to get in my head is my momma, bitches
Yeah she got a couple mans, yeah that's factsI got 2 baby momma's, they ain't bond like that
I had to sit behind bars, nobody got my back
I had to shoot but hella far, I can't run that fast
Had to show em how to last, had to do my thang
Makin moves in the paint, got the boo out the way
She caused the flu, that bitch stank
What you do with the spray
Too fast, I'm in a race, I take a shit in yo lane
I'm too coo on it, I'm in a mood
Oh it feel good don't it, well you fittin to lose
I just spent 2 on it, actin like a foo
She playing with my hair, while I'm playing with my tool
Keep it real bruh

I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money
I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny
Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad
They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad
Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip
By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists
We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch
Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh