Jack Mission

[Verse 1: Drunk D] Rollin' on my swangers, nigga I'm straight If you wanna get paid it ain't never too late I got the tech nine, the pump inside My motherfuckin' driver, that's all I need to ride It's straight up gun smoke, legs broke, necks choked, money don't Straight up killin's, no feelin's, I'm on a jack mission Peepin' out the shit reeeaaal slow In my fucking hooptie and I'm sittin' real low I see what I want and now it's time to go get it And I don't give a fuck if you niggas ain't with it You know how it is when a motherfucker's starving So I'm gonna get mine by doing some motherfuckin' robbing Jumped out the hooptie, told my driver ? hold-up Throwed in my clip, I'm finna make these fools fold-up I'm quick by myself and I'm bustin' a nine If I don't come back it was my motherfuckin' time I don't fear death and I don't ? them niggas This word is my nine, I guess I'll die by the trigga Cus all I'm searching for is those fat-ass cookies Don't fuck with this shit if you ain't nothin' but a rookie Approaching the premises like a motherfucking cat It ain't long now because I know where it's at Stepped to the side, peeped through the window for a second To check shit out, because a nigga unexpected I see one fool getting full of that water I'm fried my damn self, it's finna be a slaughter Went up to the front door, didn't make no noise Kicked that motherfucker in like the jump out boys Put my nine to the dome of my first victim And I don't wanna hear no shit because I'm gonna kill 'em They filled my bags fast as my yells got louder One full of cookies and the other full of powder Looking at the cookies a lot, I'm still wet But I still ain't seen no motherfuckin' money yet Before I wasted time [gunshot x2] one dropped As I tried to flee another one got [explosion] Dope on the floor, because I know that I made it When morn time comes, they'll say "drug-related" To jack a motherfucker was my decision More power to me, watch your back fool, I'm on a jack mission [Chorus x2] I'm taking what I want and make you wanna give it here Lizzay dizzown, fizzool izz-ass nizzigga Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the fuck up [Verse 2: Seagram] S-E-A-G nigga coming with the Glock cocked The nine's to your head, drop the cash like it's hot No need for a ski mask cus after I get the grip You'll be pumped with slugs and drug to a ditch Motherfuckers can't fade me when I'm on the attack I got bitches that's down to set a nigga up for the kidnap First comes the 2-1-1 Then the 187 ? and I got your funds Breakin' em off proper, identity's like a shocker When ya beep me I gotcha sellin' niggas Betty Crocker TMT, S-E-A-G, up in nigga's houses Torturing your spouses, give up the cash and the ounces Hurry up punk before I break your fuckin' arm Or you ain't got no money, TMT heat up the iron Burn his bitch, he said the money's in a chair Honey g's was dead, he didn't have no time to say a prayer Slackin', lackin', trippin', unloadin' the clippin' Now he's smoked and broke, from the motherfuckin' jack mission [Chorus x2] Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the fuck up [Verse 3: Ghetto MC] Once my niggedy-niggedy nine millie Glock is cocked Your ass will get robbed and shot on the spot No need to wish for another fuckin' chance Cus it's too late hoe, you already shitted and pissed in your pants Most niggas get ripped off, others ripped in half And bodies found after they drowned in my blood bath The Band-Aid Bandit is taking everything that you got And if you don't cooperate, you gon get [gunshot] well... Here's how a real nigga jack: I just take what I want with my gat I catch ya slippin' at the motherfuckin' red light Or just follow you from the club on a late night Whatever the fuck I want, you're gonna give it here Or your ass will wind up in intensive care You shouldn't have bullshitted me in the first place You shoulda just opened up the motherfuckin' safe Yo, money is the root of all evil And imma do what I gotta do to get it fool, even If it means I have to take me a life Old man, son, daughter, even a wife Before they find different ways to jack ya And when I drop your funky ass they'll have to pack ya Off into the motherfuckin' wind As I'm collecting my ends, someone is dying again My lifestyle ain't just about jacking, I'm also pistol packin' Weight stackin' and doin' a lot of bitch mackin' But back to the fuckin' subject The reason I do the shit I do is cus I love it You see another ? ? ? Fuck all y'all shit, I ain't gotta explain Imma sum it all up so you better listen I stay paid like a motherfucker, bitch I'm on a jack mission [Chorus x2] Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the fuck up