Mission To Get It (feat. AC Ray)

Tip a 40 and you know that we already baked Spittin lyrics so sick that they devastate Steady creepin and I'm ready to assassinate Any stupid fake that wants to perpetrate When I go out on the streets, I get lost for days Buying weed and beer from what my hustlin makes Gettin fucked up and reppin the hood is all I do Makin money on the streets sellin sacks to you Go a do a beer run and come back with the brew Throw another party, you know it ain't nothin new Invite up all the homies from the hood and back in school All tatted up, we just G's on the loose Head out to the back and they already doin lines They say go ahead and take some, I already took mine So we gone be up all night till the sun shines Everybody's fuckin wasted, down to spit rhymes We in the middle of the night, commiting crimes Loading bowl after bowl, so the high don't decline Now we creepin in the night with a fuckin chrome Fuck these bitches, they gone get bullets to the dome I'm yelling out Loma, make if fuckin known That we ain't no punk bitches and our pride is strong And a bitch that's talking shit ain't gone be lasting long So you better make sure you don't stare at us wrong I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh Always surrounded by my homies and evil demons And I don't know why but I'm always hearing this eerie ringing And when I come for your life, you know I leave no time for screamin Hear voices in my head, but I never get the meanin There's good and bad inside of me, they always competin And I guess the evils winning cus my angers always steaming All of my enemies line up like dope And I know that they all wanna slit my throat But you bitches should've known, not to provoke Crazy mother fuckers that have no hope You could say I am the reaper cus I make you die slow I do what the fuck I want homie, fuck the 5 O Psycho from the Aztec Generation, you could say I'm like a stove Cus my heat turns all these pigs to bacon You think you're the realest, well you're mistaken Cus you know A G be the realest mother fuckers invadin If you bitches wanna talk shit, then at you I'll be aiming And I'll spill your blood and brains, all over the pavement All of my life, nothings ever mattered I'll run up on you levas and let bullets scatter Only be to relax in my casket So until then I'ma keep unloading on you bastards I ride for the A G and we causing disasters If you wanna go to war, brains will get splattered Bringing destruction and causing these tragedies I'm making sure you will never live happily I'm from the places that you say are sad to see I live in this world you live in a fantasy Bringing destruction and causing these tragedies I'm making sure you will never live happily I'm from the places that you say are sad to see I live in this world you live in a fantasy I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh It's aight son, we need them bad bitches, the type of ones The ones that like to get down the type to fight son All in repetition too sick for the competition Only one to get in my head is my momma, bitches Yeah she got a couple mans, yeah that's factsI got 2 baby momma's, they ain't bond like that I had to sit behind bars, nobody got my back I had to shoot but hella far, I can't run that fast Had to show em how to last, had to do my thang Makin moves in the paint, got the boo out the way She caused the flu, that bitch stank What you do with the spray Too fast, I'm in a race, I take a shit in yo lane I'm too coo on it, I'm in a mood Oh it feel good don't it, well you fittin to lose I just spent 2 on it, actin like a foo She playing with my hair, while I'm playing with my tool Keep it real bruh I'm on a mission to get, yeah I been chasing the money I took a crack with a bat but now my face look funny Ain't got no time to relax save that shit for the pad They don't call me if I'm winning, call me when I'm down bad Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists We like to load it by the quarter always strong in that bitch Put my hands together only if she on this dick ahhh