Текст песни Mia X f Big Ed, Master P - Mission 2 Get Paid
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(Master P)Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 2x - More money, more moneyI`m like a bee, trying to make the honey [Master P]I drop the switches on the 6-4, headed to the liquor storeGet me a 40 ounce and that crazy horse and that`s how it goI`m gone off indo-nesiaAnd surrounded in my large body, 4-30 skeezerThey trying to get me for my dollar bill, my crumb but I ain`t going outHit the backstreets and put that dank in they mouthBut that nigga take some chase, nine in they faceCall my girl on the mobile phone, bring the yellow tapeAnd it`s on cause we balling, and I`m doing this shitFor Richmond all the way back to New OrleansWhere them killers hang, I mean them gangstas slangI got a two for three, four for five I`m counting bankAnd Mia X bout to hook it up, real goodI`m Mr. Rogers, Sarah Lee, she`s the neighborhood queenAnd I`m doing this like g`s doAnd them niggas just mad cause we hit them with this voo-dooSouthern, mixed with this Cali styleAnd Master P don`t give a fuck cause I could go about a hundred milesWhen any nigga chase me, amaze mePolice mad cause a young nigga paid gAnd No Limit keeps a nigga`s pocket swoll like I`m on peroleAin`t got no love for y`all niggas that want to be the rowThrowing blows like TysonRight ones and left ones but ain`t no nice onesCause I`m a nigga, coming high-er than BiggieA nigga making bank so call me the young diggy-wiggyI mean the Al Kapone, of this rap throneAnd beat the row to any nigga that got it going onAnd snatch your wallet out your pocketYour arm out your socket, niggas hate me, cause I got it(Chorus)No Limit niggas on a mission to get paidKeep your hk cocked for the niggas that player hateWe on a mission to get paid, pulling all nightersAnd keep that hk cocked for them fools that don`t like us[Mia X]Heal to the toe, nigga you can`t see meUnless you guard your grill cause you sure gone feel meCreeping on the come up on the mission to get, paidHaters want to stunt up but they run up in my, faceTo blackness the macstress I`m bout to get, wreckI be the one and only baller, Mia XNext to flex a hex so wicked on that, assNow who that, say that they knew that that bitch was badPacking mad flavor, it`s in my nature to be, bossTo rat-a-tat-a-tat with plastic toys I mean go, offBring hella-noise, behind that F-E-D-D-YIt`s do or die, a ghetto bitch gone survive and try to stay aliveIn 95, to position herself for that missionTo increase her wealth, the decision failed Years to lay it down, cause I`m comingRunning 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 hollerThe last letter`s D and the D stands for dollarSometimes I`m feeling my life is at a standstillBut I feel, that I can grow 7 figgas nigga, that`ll be a millSo let me chill, and organize strategicallyCause I`m a grown man and don`t need my mama feeding meSo it`s time to leave the, nestTims are getting harder, lives a little shorterSee this llelo, got my hood captivatedInnovated my spot, and major was the plotSo uh, I gots to make a decision with precisionShould I ball, slang dope, or rap for a livingBut either all I gots to get them divid-endsCause the with my down south family to make some endsSo in this rap game there is no competitionFool 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 paidWith my girl Mia X, Big Ed in this bitchWe got that stupid dope game for y`all motherfuckers for the 9 fizziveT-R-U in this bitch, uh, them Richmond niggas in this motherfuckerThe New Orleans niggas, uh, uh, C-Murder in this bitchKing George, Cali G, young Silkk, Tre 8 in this bitchNo Limit, it`s a No Limit thang so y`all better recognize