to say im alive im on a mission, im on a mission courtesy of a condition my condition, my condition is something that you cant see im just looking for a better way im on this mission
want to say im alive im on a mission, im on a mission courtesy of a condition my condition, my condition is something that you cant see im just looking for a better way im on this mission
cold, I make a nigga say burr Gripping a round, me and my dogs get bucked With the Lil' Cl'Che, still ready to get crunk We M double A-B, now little bitch what On a
throw the grands up, and what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine nine It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine nines (??) that
on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga
try me Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin' Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin' Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video
shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck on
oh [chorus] [TIGAH] I went from a deal of doe to tuk tale lords To the first one on the block wit some buck gators Rock them papers Need i say more (yeah) Well holla at me when you see on
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
homies on a muthafuckin mission [Twinz] and I, kicks up dust cuz its a must and I, acts a fool cuz its my rule So need we say more on this topic Warren
got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell
follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin' (Now see) Buckin' them bodies with shots And a come on, a come on, a come on Everybody
they figure They can try me like a muthafucka Won't swang back or somethin' or even pull a nine Out my jacket and start dumpin', fuck 'em I think a nigga see us on
-seven That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission, to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come
Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body seven on the stomach Skull on my chest, nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on
fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong
