Letras
Tank Head put some sauce on it
Drowsy G, Mob
These fools ain't really doing all that shit they're talking about
Ooh, this beat is on fire
We live that shit
We bout that shit
Buford Highway Records
I got Rich Committee on the motherfuckin' track
Prophet P on the beat
Y'all better recognize or get terrorized
Hood Rich
It's the neighborhood ese
Call me Double O Trece
Nina keep me protected
Teach them young fools aggression
When I get to reflecting
Bout banging hard in my section
Sendin' shots at direction
I wasn't the one you wanna mess with
Run it quick and get reckless
Drowsy G steady steppin
Gotta stay well connected
Stackin' loot like Tetris
It's a big watch
Best to match my pimpin' made her lip lock
Straight drop
Got another load, that's a big drop
Cake rocks
Fuckin' on the team, she a big thot
Hate Glocks
Playing with my money
Tell my goonie add a tear drop
Always in the trap
I'm like a kid
I play with big blocks
Trappin' like a pimpin
All my hoes, they com in big blocks
On the mission
Ammunition
Ain't no competition
Mama told you, but you wouldn't listen
Fuck with me, you might end up missing
On the mission
Ammunition
Ain't no competition
Mama told you, but you wouldn't listen
Fuck with me, you might end up missing
What seems to be the problem
I handle that shit right now
If I catch you slippin, I promise it's on sight now
Bitch, I'm tooled up
It's smokin' on dynamite now
Vet up in the game
Salute me, I got stripes
Strapped up
45 in 223s
I'm grippin, nigga
Bossed up
Every time I speak, these niggas listen
Nigga, dope boy
Yeah, I have your baby mama trippin, nigga
Playin' with her nose
Have a fiend that make her trick
Some niggas
Bad bitch, she think it fuck
Double up my double cup
Trappin' out the talkie truck
Broke as fuck, I ran it up
You can't tell me nothin, bruh
The gangster shit is in my blood
Homies facin' Rico
I was ten, tryin' to sell a dub
Fully loaded in it, bitch
Let him go
I'm quick as shit
Know I'm fly as fuck
In case the feds in here takin' pics
I don't give a fuck
I'm on my west side, shit
With my west side, bitch
This suck this west side dick
Yeah
On the mission
Ammunition
Ain't no competition
Mama told you, but you wouldn't listen
Fuck with me, you might end up missing
On the mission
Ammunition
Ain't no competition
Mama told you, but you wouldn't listen
Fuck with me, you might end up missing
What seems to be the problem
I handle that shit right now
If I catch you slippin, I promise it's on sight now
Bitch, I'm tooled up
It's smokin' on dynamite now
Vet up in the game
Salute me, I got stripes
Haters watchin, so I strike a pose
Run up on me, show you how the night go
Put a shawty in some nice clothes
Had her geeked up off the white snow
Theses vatos be flexin
Got hit with Smith & Wesson
Bad bitch at the west end
Benjamin is my best friend
Got married to the game in 03
And Benjamin was my best man
If I think of you as a last man
When I greet you, shake with my left hand
If they get to it, do a mess, scram
Snitch for freedom is they best scam
Feds hit us, nothin' less than
Rico act, come arrest, fam
They were teachin' lessons to the fools in question
When they hit correction at they own discretion
Gas, smoke, and session while I count my blessings
Leave my best impression, playa made Mexican
Don't get it twisted, send him on a mission
Sly slick and wicked ballin' like a piston
Mama told me, but I never listen
Hustle hard to live how I'm livin
I'm on a mission to get to the top
I'm on a mission to expose people
I'm on a mission to separate the real from the fake
Buford Highway Records
We're here to make a statement
Y'all better listen
We ain't goin' nowhere
We on a mission