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Fiend

"On a Mission"

[C-Murder talking]
You know you done f*cked up?
You know you done f*cked up, don't ya?
n*gga you really f*cked up
We on a muthaf*ckin mission
I'm ridin dirty with my TRU muthaf*ckas
Fiend, Steady Mobbin', C-Murder in this b*tch
Retaliation is a must
Dumpin rounds on my muthaf*ckin adversaries

[C-Murder]
n*gga, n*gga ridin dirty for revenge
With my friends, I'm on a caper
Ready to kill 'em, if I see 'em
f*ck alarm, hold my paper
I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I left 'em
When I creep, n*ggas sleep
And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my TRU n*ggas
Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
Steady Mobbin' flew from Cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack
Watch my back, n*ggas jack
Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
Sippin Hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
Rollin the window, n*gga, it's him so pistol playin bout to have it
f*ckin bullets gots no name n*gga you name is on this one
Ridin dirty with my TRU b*tches so n*gga on a mission

[Chorus:] (Lines echo in background) X 4
In on a mission, ridin dirty with my TRU thugs
Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love

[Fiend]
Fiend, my reason to gunplay
Loadin my chopper right up the one way
Wishin we facin a dead end
So I could show how this gun spray
Just one damn word, that's all I desire
So I could bend these n*ggas back like chicken wire
Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
(..?..) get my adrenalin goin
I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries baby
I severed the crusher, and buried my (..?..)
Over the dresser, Fiend the trigga my lesser
Gon test ya, with a season to kill
And catch me celebratin across the battlefield
Loco, this is the deal, let's put the gun
To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast
Until there's nothing left, boy
I thought some more n*ggas kept, what? what?
Cause I ain't facin prison
Exercising my right to exorcism
Completed my mission, huh?
By lettin the land just listen
Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't livin
So, we on a mission

Chorus X 4

[Steady Mobbin' 1]
(..?..) the cleaner, alias Saddam, n*gga
(What's up there?) Cold cop killers
Now it's really on (What's up fool?)
Being crooked, we do it dirty, (We doing it!)
C-Murder and Fiend (There they go!)
We dump the fifty round magazine
Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (Make sure it's clean)
Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer size (n*gga!)
Muthaf*ckas died, (n*gga!) all in one night (They die!)

[Steady Mobbin' 2] (A lot of these lines are overlapped by screams
Gunshots, etc. Hard to understand...)
Pulled the trigga on my n*gga (Not my n*gga, damn!)
As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the neck
Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the ground
(Damn dog, don't go n*gga!)
b*tches scream, n*gga (..?..)
Pull up next to the bodies, I was runnin
My dog's head was blew off
I'm bustin hella (?) (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK)
Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a pole
(..?..), with a few left in the clip
Some for the driver, the passenger
And the rest of the trigger men

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