Still On A Mission

Lil 1/2 Dead

[Verse 1] 
On the late mission for some ass 
I had to pull over and get me some gas 
And some rubbers and some drank 
Let me count my bank, to see if I get some mutha fuckin dank 
Oh let me think about with bitch I'm going fuck 
A poorless bitch with the willing to suck 
My dick grow quick without saying shit 
Because I'm the gangsta ass nigga from the dogg pound click 
That nigga hd dogg man, my nigga snoop dogg half on the sack 
I gots five, so that makes ten 
So we got a dime sack, and bide of gin (Well Ight) 
And a nigga got drunk as fuck 
Now is time for me to go and get my dick sucked 
A fine bitch that I meat the other day 
Rollin in my six tray down mlk 
On the Eastside of the lbag and hch, but hold a wait 
Let me elevate my game for this humble 
I gives a fuck because I told you so 
Ha, Ha 

[Chorus x2] 
Im still on a mission 
And I mobbing like a mutha fucka every day 
Im Still on a mission 
And I'm swerving my tray down mlk 

[Verse 2] 
Now it all comes back to me 
Before I was an og, I was a bg 
Way back in eighty threezy 
I puttin it down for the eastside of lbc seezy 
21st is where we hung that night 
A we squabble any nigga that wanted to fight 
And if a nigga really wanted to trip 
I got a nine with an extra clip on my hip 
Get yo ass off the block, before I pop you with my glock 
And take your sack of rocks 
You I don't gots no love for yo ass 
Hurry up nigga move fast 
Before I had second thoughts about braking you off 
And half dead is straight killing you soft 
I be shore, to break you off proper 
I beat yo azz down like you were cooper 
You know why 

[Chorus x2] 
Im still on a mission 
And I mobbing like a mutha fucka every day 
Im Still on a mission 
And I'm rolling my tray down mlk 

[Verse 3] 
You better watch yourself, while I'm slagin these rhymes 
Im coming with the douser and the funky lines 
Real fast, I blast and take yo cash 
So hurry up and move that azz and dash 
To the stage, I'm getting page 
Like a lonely nigga with a gage, on the front page 
Of the papers, you caught the vapors 
When you heard I pulled the capers and now I'm making papers 
In 1994 fuck a ho, my niggaz on the row tony slow with yo 
No nigga try to see me, I'm a bg 
Coming from the Eastside of lbc seezy 
Im a god damn fool 
A young ass bg way back coming from the old school 
I don't mean to be this nigga and like I told you before I'm still on a mission 

[Chorus x5] 
Im still on a mission 
And I mobbing like a mutha fucka every day 
Im Still on a mission 
And I'm rolling my tray down mlk