Lyrics:
I keep it real but I never admit it
Don't squeal if we go on a mission
Told my lawyer I'm pleading not guilty
He a murderer but not convicted
Call
Twenty-three a gram nigga, let's do the deal
Representin the Stock Family
I don't really care how big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I
mission now looks complete
1, 2, 3 - You can go and ring the bell, man
You're lookin' at a champ, so I'm gonna need a Hell Yeah
Hell yeah! (Hell yeah!)
that you can't change the world by changing yourself
And understand that we're all just the same
So when I count to three let's change
[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin'
treading up, like we on a hike
Two, three, four
Counting it up, like I'm Dracula
Whole team winning, yeah we stacking up
Cutting scenes quick, yeah we
and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it
let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take
disappear out your life like a magician
Oh
One two three
Never cared didn't even stand by me
You didn't even wanna understand me
A and b failed so I go with
a fly away, away, away, away
But I know I can call on when I'm all alone
When ever I fall, fall, fall
[Chorus] 2x
[Verse 2: Wish Bone]
Situation got
anya)
Gat 2 milli on the Floor
3, 4 milli in the Dome
Might just get whipped by the Porsche
We ain't playing no more
I get money by the minute
I blow time
talking ‘bout a brand new flex on you
Shawty talking ‘bout a past ex, sex on you
She don’t know that I would die to get close
1, 2, 3, 4 feet away just
Smock?
SMOCK
May I remind you that since we are traveling at a rate of Walk Factor III, that our collision with that turkey, thirty-eight seconds ago,
[Hook]
I have intuition, call it premonitions
Traded suspicions to lose my inhibitions
Crafted dark mission cause sinister decisions
Cold caliber
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
killin'
By, by politicians
Not been home three days in a row, Is this shit normal, maybe I'm crazy
My mind shifts and I can't see straight, but my body
the monkey from off my back
15 cents minus 5 is a dime
Sexy young ladies, let's intertwine
Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line
[ VERSE 2: Preacher
I'm rolling in my 6 tray down M-L-K
and uh
[Chorus (2x)]
I'm still on a mission
hittin' switches, fuckin' bitches, collecting ritches
I'm still
'ma gangsta I throw up the 3z,
Dissing my crippin beat him make him bleed,
From the deuce no I'm not from the Tz,
Bend thru the wake tryna click on a skii,
2
shit as a threat
When they say that they luv me
But fuck it I'm changing the topic
This how they made me to be
I'm the 1 not the 2 or the 3
I Can't hang
anatomy
Im all revved up
Light me up and burn with me
1, 2, 3,
Nothing can stop me
3, 2, 1,
Im burning like the sun
1, 2, 3,
Don't you say maybe
3, 2, 1,
Im
the shit
2...... she legit
3...... and she can get
[Busta Rhymes (Kelis)]
i love my Chick
i love my lady yup yup
i love my Chick
(i love you baby)
i love my
fuck I look like just quitting (Like what)
Just did a mission, two girls kissing while you stuck in your feelings
Henny I'm pissing, nigga no kidding my
of my niggaz talking in D-Town mackin' and hustlin'
Multiplied by Chi then milwaukee came up for tha fuckin' at 10,
Hut 2-3-4 for and tha rollers lace
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