On A Mission

Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block Steady Mobbin' flew from Cali so we put 'em up on the spot Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack Watch my back, niggas jack Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac Sippin Hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin bout to have it Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one Ridin dirty with my TRU bitches so nigga on a mission [Chorus:] (Lines echo in background) X 4 In on a mission, ridin dirty with my TRU thugs Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love [Fiend] Fiend, my reason to gunplay Loadin my chopper right up the one way Wishin we facin a dead end So I could show how this gun spray Just one damn word, that's all I desire So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin (..?..) get my adrenalin goin