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letra de mission complete - dush tray

[verse 1]
for the umpteenth time i took the dead hand on my n-gga
caught up in the game, straight k!lled by the sicka trigger
time to cop the tec and get my hands dirty
now what about the thangs [?]
so we up at [?] sippin’ hen, it’s time to party
my invitation only, so don’t trip, just bring your body
[?] try to creep
i’m gripping on my [?] in case a sucka think i’m leakin
[?] lookin for a victim
no time for [?] as far as dealing with the system
and it’s on, it’s on, my blast is on
these fools they straight be jocking
i’m looking at my tec spit fire at the sparking
the fools hit the ground, feelin’ pain from the heat
i look to take the tape, i know my mission is complete

[verse 2]
a tisket, a tasket
i’m puttin’ motherf-ckers in a casket
get blasted, the ghetto b-st-rd, the younger sassin
i’m breakin’ n-ggas off with my nickel-plated mac-10
mashin’ up and down the block with my top drop
stop hoppin’ out, n-ggas starin’ as i hit the spot
settin’ shop, round the clock, ready to let this pistol bust
in the cuts (it’s a must)
n-gga, i don’t give a f-ck
bangin’, slangin’, i tear a n-gga off and add spice like a cajun
mad man runnin’ through the bayou
grab your gat and c-ck it back, n-gga we can ride fool
n-gga, no alibi for the f-ckin’ drop-off
5-0 creepin’, do straight, and 11-5
through the dustpump, pop the f-ckin trunk n-gga
cause i be d-mned if i won’t step and pull the trigger
sh-t, and you can label me the coldest
the boldest motherf-cker that you ever wanna roll with
b-tch, and i be plottin’ like a lunatic
my mission ain’t complete without my glock-spittin’ hollow tips
[verse 3]
about two times, let me read them to your mind, with this nine
do or die, now on five, ? that’s how we do it
playa feel me as i get loose, two dupes
this hennessy and alizé, every day by the bay
smokin’ [?]
ready for a mercy k!lling, better yet [?] sticking
[?] let that gun smoke [?]
as i carry n-ggas ?
backdoor creepin ? cause i’m comin b-tch
(process of elimination)
is how we doin’ it
[?] a lunatic [?]
[?] wanna be like me
a cold world dog in the sfc
mission complete, easy go to sleep
fo deep hear my creep as i pass the mic to hennessy

[verse 4]
the top dolla, rottweiler, as i get ready to get my f-cking ball on
i sway me, stay to your brain and get my ball on
i swing, scoot, and swig, stoop, stoops
i say night and stay high and i insist to be
who’s do it ain’t do to make you believe it one more fever
rat-a-tat-a-b-tt n-gga bustin’ with the cronina
prosita that’s a repetition, spittin’ ammunition
b-tchin’ get you sittin’, snitchin’ get you lettin’
my pimpin’ be reppin’ kb down on no bendin’ knee
blend my ends, know my fins, and cop a quarter out a week
get bombed out at mom’s house until she intervene
from the pistol to the window to the endle, she’ll never see
what’s a n-gga to do? punishments are motherf-ckers
claustrophobic and co beingbroke with my mother
i give some f-ck and keep her truckin’
get get back from suckers r.i.p. y.o.g. to fly paper quincy hudson

- dush tray

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