Jack Mission

[Verse 1: Drunk D]
Rollin' on my swangers, nigga I'm straight
If you wanna get paid it ain't never too late
I got the tech nine, the pump inside
My motherfuckin' driver, that's all I need to ride
It's straight up gun smoke, legs broke, necks choked, money don't
Straight up killin's, no feelin's, I'm on a jack mission
Peepin' out the shit reeeaaal slow
In my fucking hooptie and I'm sittin' real low
I see what I want and now it's time to go get it
And I don't give a fuck if you niggas ain't with it
You know how it is when a motherfucker's starving
So I'm gonna get mine by doing some motherfuckin' robbing
Jumped out the hooptie, told my driver ? hold-up
Throwed in my clip, I'm finna make these fools fold-up
I'm quick by myself and I'm bustin' a nine
If I don't come back it was my motherfuckin' time
I don't fear death and I don't ? them niggas
This word is my nine, I guess I'll die by the trigga
Cus all I'm searching for is those fat-ass cookies
Don't fuck with this shit if you ain't nothin' but a rookie
Approaching the premises like a motherfucking cat
It ain't long now because I know where it's at
Stepped to the side, peeped through the window for a second
To check shit out, because a nigga unexpected
I see one fool getting full of that water
I'm fried my damn self, it's finna be a slaughter
Went up to the front door, didn't make no noise
Kicked that motherfucker in like the jump out boys
Put my nine to the dome of my first victim
And I don't wanna hear no shit because I'm gonna kill 'em
They filled my bags fast as my yells got louder
One full of cookies and the other full of powder
Looking at the cookies a lot, I'm still wet
But I still ain't seen no motherfuckin' money yet
Before I wasted time [gunshot x2] one dropped
As I tried to flee another one got [explosion]
Dope on the floor, because I know that I made it
When morn time comes, they'll say "drug-related"
To jack a motherfucker was my decision
More power to me, watch your back fool, I'm on a jack mission

[Chorus x2]
I'm taking what I want and make you wanna give it here
Lizzay dizzown, fizzool izz-ass nizzigga

Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the fuck up
[Verse 2: Seagram]
S-E-A-G nigga coming with the Glock cocked
The nine's to your head, drop the cash like it's hot
No need for a ski mask cus after I get the grip
You'll be pumped with slugs and drug to a ditch
Motherfuckers can't fade me when I'm on the attack
I got bitches that's down to set a nigga up for the kidnap
First comes the 2-1-1
Then the 187 ? and I got your funds
Breakin' em off proper, identity's like a shocker
When ya beep me I gotcha sellin' niggas Betty Crocker
TMT, S-E-A-G, up in nigga's houses
Torturing your spouses, give up the cash and the ounces
Hurry up punk before I break your fuckin' arm
Or you ain't got no money, TMT heat up the iron
Burn his bitch, he said the money's in a chair
Honey g's was dead, he didn't have no time to say a prayer
Slackin', lackin', trippin', unloadin' the clippin'
Now he's smoked and broke, from the motherfuckin' jack mission

[Chorus x2]

Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the fuck up
[Verse 3: Ghetto MC]
Once my niggedy-niggedy nine millie Glock is cocked
Your ass will get robbed and shot on the spot
No need to wish for another fuckin' chance
Cus it's too late hoe, you already shitted and pissed in your pants
Most niggas get ripped off, others ripped in half
And bodies found after they drowned in my blood bath
The Band-Aid Bandit is taking everything that you got
And if you don't cooperate, you gon get [gunshot] well...
Here's how a real nigga jack:
I just take what I want with my gat
I catch ya slippin' at the motherfuckin' red light
Or just follow you from the club on a late night
Whatever the fuck I want, you're gonna give it here
Or your ass will wind up in intensive care
You shouldn't have bullshitted me in the first place
You shoulda just opened up the motherfuckin' safe
Yo, money is the root of all evil
And imma do what I gotta do to get it fool, even
If it means I have to take me a life
Old man, son, daughter, even a wife
Before they find different ways to jack ya
And when I drop your funky ass they'll have to pack ya
Off into the motherfuckin' wind
As I'm collecting my ends, someone is dying again
My lifestyle ain't just about jacking, I'm also pistol packin'
Weight stackin' and doin' a lot of bitch mackin'
But back to the fuckin' subject
The reason I do the shit I do is cus I love it
You see another ? ? ?
Fuck all y'all shit, I ain't gotta explain
Imma sum it all up so you better listen
I stay paid like a motherfucker, bitch I'm on a jack mission

[Chorus x2]

Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the fuck up