| You know you done fucked up?
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| You know you done fucked up, don’t ya?
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| Nigga you really fucked up
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| We on a muthafuckin mission
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| I’m ridin dirty with my TRU muthafuckas
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| Fiend, Steady Mobbin', C-Murder in this bitch
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| Retaliation is a must
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| Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries
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| Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for revenge
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| With my friends, I’m on a caper
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| Ready to kill 'em, if I see 'em
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| Fuck alarm, hold my paper
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| I’m a rider, so I leave 'em where I left 'em
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| When I creep, niggas sleep
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| And they ain’t restin til they deep up in the concrete
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| Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
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| With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my TRU niggas
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| Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
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| Steady Mobbin' flew from Cali so we put 'em up on the spot
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| Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
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| Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
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| And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack
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| Watch my back, niggas jack
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| Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
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| Sippin Hennesy and chronic, I’m the tweak for some magic
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| Rollin the window, nigga, it’s him so pistol playin bout to have it
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| Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one
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| Ridin dirty with my TRU bitches so nigga on a mission
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| (Lines echo in background) X 4
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| In on a mission, ridin dirty with my TRU thugs
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| Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love
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| Fiend, my reason to gunplay
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| Loadin my chopper right up the one way
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| Wishin we facin a dead end
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| So I could show how this gun spray
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| Just one damn word, that’s all I desire
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| So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire
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| Spittin fire, mobbin, s’on when them bullets get to pourin
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| (…) get my adrenalin goin
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| I ain’t ignorin, no problems, no worries baby
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| I severed the crusher, and buried my (…)
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| Over the dresser, Fiend the trigga my lesser
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| Gon test ya, with a season to kill
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| And catch me celebratin across the battlefield
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| Loco, this is the deal, let’s put the gun
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| To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast
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| Until there’s nothing left, boy
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| I thought some more niggas kept, what? |
| what?
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| Cause I ain’t facin prison
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| Exercising my right to exorcism
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| Completed my mission, huh?
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| By lettin the land just listen
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| Cause they the reason my lil homie ain’t livin
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| So, we on a mission
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| (…) the cleaner, alias Saddam, nigga
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| (What's up there?) Cold cop killers
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| Now it’s really on (What's up fool?)
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| Being crooked, we do it dirty, (We doing it!)
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| C-Murder and Fiend (There they go!)
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| We dump the fifty round magazine
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| Locin and mobbin, til it’s clean (Make sure it’s clean)
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| Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
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| Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer size (Nigga!)
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| Muthafuckas died, (Nigga!) all in one night (They die!)
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| (A lot of these lines are overlapped by screams
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| Gunshots, etc. Hard to understand…)
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| Pulled the trigga on my nigga (Not my nigga, damn!)
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| As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the neck
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| Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the ground
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| (Damn dog, don’t go nigga!)
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| Bitches scream, nigga (…)
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| Pull up next to the bodies, I was runnin
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| My dog’s head was blew off
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| I’m bustin hella (?) (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK)
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| Hit the driver’s side window, as they crash into a pole
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| (…), with a few left in the clip
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| Some for the driver, the passenger
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| And the rest of the trigger men |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On A Mission, artist - Fiend. Album song There's One In Every Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп