Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steel On A Mission '96, artist - Lil' 1/2 Dead. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Steel On A Mission '96 |
| Yea |
| Haha |
| Still on a motherfucking mission |
| Biatch |
| Yea |
| I’m on a late night mission for some ass (some ass) |
| I had to pull over and get me some gas |
| And some rubbers and some drank (drank) |
| Orlet me count my bank (bank) |
| To see if I can get a fat sack of dank |
| Now let me think |
| About which bitch I gone fuck (fuck) |
| Poorless bitch with the willing to suck |
| My dick grew quik without saying shit |
| Cuz I’m the gangsta ass lay down with the hot style clip |
| That nigga H-D dog is a mack |
| My lil' homey Neo got 5 on the sack |
| And I gots 5 |
| So that makes 10 |
| So we got a dime sack |
| Now we sip and hin (well allright) |
| And a nigga got drunk ass fuck |
| And now it’s time for me to go and get my dick sucked (by who) |
| By a bitch I meat the other day |
| I’m rolling in my 6 tray down M-L-K |
| And uh |
| I’m still on a mission |
| Hittin' switches, fuckin' bitches, collecting ritches |
| I’m still on a mission |
| Getting blowed away |
| And you know that’s right |
| Now it all comes back to me |
| Befor I was a O.G. |
| I was a B. G |
| Way back in 80-treezy |
| I puttin' it down on the eastside of L-B-C |
| 21st is where we hung at night |
| And we squabble any nigga who wanted to fight (right) |
| And if a nigga really wanted to trip |
| I got a nine with an extra clip on my hip (whoo yea) |
| So get your ass of my block (block) |
| Befor I pop you with my Glock |
| And take your sack of rocks (rocks) |
| You know I don’t got no love for your ass |
| So hurry up, nigga move fast |
| Befor I have second thoughts about breaking you off |
| Like L-B I’ll be killin' you soft |
| And I’ll be sure to break you off proper |
| I beat your ass down and bush u like a copper |
| You know why |
| You better watch yourself |
| When I’m slanging this rhymes |
| I’m coming with the douser and the funky lines |
| Real fast, I blast, take your cash, and stiff |
| Niggas don’t wanna trip cause my weapon is ciff |
| One of 'em shurt |
| Didn’t gave a fuck if it didn’t hurt |
| I love set tripping and I’m puts in work (on who) |
| On any nigga who fiddin to didding in me |
| I got a 9 millimeter and my heat of sceats |
| I’ll ship that will take you off set so quik (damn) |
| You’ll be lying in the dirt with a dust of dits |
| Shit, it’s a shame when you got no game |
| And you straight dissin' nigga tryna get a name |
| Don’t change |
| Be yourself in this hard game |
| Show no type of shame |
| And express your pain |
| And, to be the shit and don’t be dissin' |
| And lookin' me loc |
| I’m still on a mission |