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Mia X - Mission 2 Get Paid lyrics
f/ Big Ed, Master P (Master P) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 2x - More money, more money I'm like a bee, trying to make the honey [Master P] I drop the switches on the 6-4, headed to the liquor store Get me a 40 ounce and that crazy horse and that's how it go I'm gone off indo-nesia And surrounded in my large body, 4-30 skeezer They trying to get me for my dollar bill, my crumb but I ain't going out Hit the backstreets and put that dank in they mouth But that nigga take some chase, nine in they face Call my girl on the mobile phone, bring the yellow tape And it's on cause we balling, and I'm doing this shit For Richmond all the way back to New Orleans Where them killers hang, I mean them gangstas slang I got a two for three, four for five I'm counting bank And Mia X bout to hook it up, real good I'm Mr. Rogers, Sarah Lee, she's the neighborhood queen And I'm doing this like g's do And them niggas just mad cause we hit them with this voo-doo Southern, mixed with this Cali style And Master P don't give a fuck cause I could go about a hundred miles When any nigga chase me, amaze me Police mad cause a young nigga paid g And No Limit keeps a nigga's pocket swoll like I'm on perole Ain't got no love for y'all niggas that want to be the row Throwing blows like Tyson Right ones and left ones but ain't no nice ones Cause I'm a nigga, coming high-er than Biggie A nigga making bank so call me the young diggy-wiggy I mean the Al Kapone, of this rap throne And beat the row to any nigga that got it going on And snatch your wallet out your pocket Your arm out your socket, niggas hate me, cause I got it (Chorus) No Limit niggas on a mission to get paid Keep your hk cocked for the niggas that player hate We on a mission to get paid, pulling all nighters And keep that hk cocked for them fools that don't like us [Mia X] Heal to the toe, nigga you can't see me Unless you guard your grill cause you sure gone feel me Creeping on the come up on the mission to get, paid Haters want to stunt up but they run up in my, face To blackness the macstress I'm bout to get, wreck I be the one and only baller, Mia X Next to flex a hex so wicked on that, ass Now who that, say that they knew that that bitch was bad Packing mad flavor, it's in my nature to be, boss To rat-a-tat-a-tat with plastic toys I mean go, off Bring hella-noise, behind that F-E-D-D-Y It's do or die, a ghetto bitch gone survive and try to stay alive In 95, to position herself for that mission To increase her wealth, the decision failed Years to lay it down, cause I'm coming Running this street rap shit, ain't no fronting, I'm on a mission (Chorus) [Big Ed] Well it's the B-I-G-E here to make you holler The last letter's D and the D stands for dollar Sometimes I'm feeling my life is at a standstill But I feel, that I can grow 7 figgas nigga, that'll be a mill So let me chill, and organize strategically Cause I'm a grown man and don't need my mama feeding me So it's time to leave the, nest Tims are getting harder, lives a little shorter See this llelo, got my hood captivated Innovated my spot, and major was the plot So uh, I gots to make a decision with precision Should I ball, slang dope, or rap for a living But either all I gots to get them divid-ends Cause the with my down south family to make some ends So in this rap game there is no competition Fool you better recognize No Limit, we on a mission (Chorus) (Master P talking) Uh, uh, uh, yeah, Master P in this bitch on a mission to get paid With my girl Mia X, Big Ed in this bitch We got that stupid dope game for y'all motherfuckers for the 9 fizzive T-R-U in this bitch, uh, them Richmond niggas in this motherfucker The New Orleans niggas, uh, uh, C-Murder in this bitch King George, Cali G, young Silkk, Tre 8 in this bitch No Limit, it's a No Limit thang so y'all better recognize |
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