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But won't stunt
Cause they say I'm the one
I'm the one
Stop that cappin' Don't you twist it
Tryna bottle up the facts, yeah On a mission
I then figured

Shit crazy, I don't like the way that I be feeling
Close my eyes, with my head to the ceiling
Too much thinking, gotta get back to my mission
I'm

Famine

Death Angel

Art of Dying

2004

Got a deathbed at 12th and mission

New kind of

Long ago once upon a time
Hundred miles an hour time flew by

Now gravestones become friends

Decisive victory alluding both slip through fingers
And your life, matters not in this cauldron
Of dirt and blood sounds are silenced so poignant
You see

been working on that pain
But it's like shit won't ever change
I been staying in my lane but it's still dirt all on my name
I know it's different, don't

In the Marlborough’s We was hungry We was starving  we was living different 

Minus whipping up Inda kitchen we lived for da mission

Me COPIE

recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my

Shook Ones, Pt. I [Original Version]

Mobb Deep

Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape

2003

recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big

to fly high, wanted to be like him
But now we're all in the
Worst state we've ever been

Oh dear stuck with a mission
Spread the pain to others
What

mission
After all my sinning
Pray heaven give me admission
Fear no soul on earth
I just know my worth
I got it from the dirt
Fuck it
Gone hustle for mine

doing)
I been getting money selling work
But it’s dirt
(dirt)
If I get a missile
Shit a fly like it’s nerf
(nerf)
Work with what I got
And what I got
Is

the dirt I'm too exhausted
Trust the process see my progress
Been on boss shit need an office
Had to get back in my bag
I swear I never lost it
Tryna reach

mission
Gave me medicinal rittas
Now they sayin I'm too bitter
Yeah I guess that's what I deserve tho
For these holes that I've dug in the dirt o
Ver these

did a lot of dirt yea
Born wit a gift that was my curse
They want a nigga up in jail or on a shirt na na i ain't perfect
On a mission so i flip shit

on mission we going too hard
Tryna get the bag tryna make it out
It came with the dirt had to wash it out
They standing on our way had to takem out
We living

and the sand
Workin to get to the bands
By the dirt and grit of my hands
I'm observing the digital scan
Cookin up in the studio
Servin that Michelin, man

Until

fueled by the past
Now I'm up, what the fuck
Hear my song, at the club
Birkin bag, jimmy choos with some mud
Ran my name through the dirt
Got a gift with

a meister, puttin' rappers through a clinic
With a sponsorship by Kaiser or MacGyver
Impossible, the mission everyday
Ethan Hunt, no time for cruisin', always

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

heard you was dropping dimes (Heard you was dropping dimes)
Didn't yo momma tell you "do the dirt, you do the time"? (Do the dirt, you do the time)
I

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't