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dooney mac - mission lyrics

[intro: dooney mac]
gang, gang
tfg in this b-tch
r.i.p midnite, king shoota, numba 6, 2 pap

[verse 1: dooney mac]
not a lotta n-ggas i can say i really miss
cried so many tears, don’t think i got too many left
all this pain from this sh-t, cause them my n-ggas dead
ask why so many times i can write this list
see i got pappy missing, numba 6, and now my n-gga mid
why you gone?
one day good, next day go wrong
tell the truth, been lost i ain’t got no soul
you’ll sweat off yo shots, i ain’t got control
can’t take that lost gotta ride for folks
n-ggas gon pay for the sh-t they did cause for mid i’m taking all kind of smoke
cause it’s on now
f-ck the next n-gga, i’m packing chrome now
i don’t think they on what i’m on cause i’m thinkin’ bout runnin’ in hittin’ homes now
p-ss on yo b-tch, take yo momma soul, kid on the sofa, burn the whole couch
yeah that sh-t foul but i don’t give a f-ck cause since i shorty i done took the wrong route
so god forgive my sins
all night, toking guns, popping pills
been in this sh-t since a kid, i ain’t have no guidance, just wanna fit in
so i tote them guns with the same n-ggas i know’ll blow for me
and ain’t no hoe in me, and ain’t no hoe in them
f-ck this life, n-gga cause i know it ends
everybody blowin’ now, n0body throwin’ hands
but sh-t hit the fan now, i just hope to see my fam now
and my mans, n-gga they ain’t dead
n-gga, they just watching over my head cause a n-gga got plans now
lord take me out of these streets, b-tch i’m playing for keeps
it’s either you or it’s me
i ain’t have a crib by the seas, i had to go and get it, i was tryna eat
and i throw up my hands for him cause he kept me here
now my mans know, i ain’t fan of many, i’m a fan of him
i give it all: cars, clothes, bread for him
this sh-t f-cked up, make yo head spin
homie’s [?] that our man’s k!lled, mind on the sofa
like a treadmill, tryna stop the pain, can’t do a d-mn thing cause i live that

[interlude: streets]
shoutout dooney, lil’ bro in here going crazy
tfg bigz, taysav, up next
tfg in this b-tch!

[verse 2: tfg bigz]
everyday this sh-t get real
everyday risk my life, i could’ve been k!lled
everyday in the field sh-t got real, so everyday a n-gga had to keep the steel
real shottas, we don’t need no pills to drill
they been piped, sh-t crazy but that’s how it feel
mid and shoota gone, d-mn it’s so hard to chill
so i try my best just to f-ckin’ climb [?]
remain focused, keep chasing dollar bills
young wild n-gga tryna chase a mill
keep running, can’t stop till i touch a mill
free drizzy, pray to lord that he get the appeal
five shooters but one of the shooters got k!lled
so much pain in my heart, i think i’ll never heal
i done been in that cell and i ain’t never squealed
just stick to what i know and keep my mouth sealed

[verse 3: taysav]
n-ggas know i’m from the pole where it’s cold at
where you need a sweater or a coat at
where you get froze at, f-ck around and shot in the throat at
n-ggas better act like they know that, ‘fore you get blowed at
send shots at us we gone blow back
pickin’ n-ggas off, no kodak
get yo money up, lil’ n-ggas cause we blow stacks
f-ck em right off then we get into some more stacks
cause i can’t see myself in the position where i and lil’ bro could be lost to that system
be caution round snakes, don’t get poisoned by venom
you snitching then you end up lost with the victim
my n-ggas not switching, i swear they so savage, n-gga
however you want it, we gone let you have it, n-gga
head shots clear the scene, so tragic, n-gga
bail out, disappear like magic, n-gga (hol’ on!)
they like d-mn boy, you sound like 2 pap
all white everything just like 2 pap
got two k!llers with me and they both got two straps
both ready to blow, like a big -ss tumor
who shot you, i don’t know, bet you, you won’t shoot back
send my crew to any n-gga who want beef, we do that
slide through if he lacking, folks ‘nem gon do that
then it’s back to the block, smoking dope and cooling
we got dooney on stand-by, one call, he come through
dog ride up, throwing shots, ain’t no rumble
if you try to play in this field, make you fumble
we be movin’ weight like we tryna gain muscle
n-gga ain’t no tussles, whole lotta bang outs
my n-ggas insane so let my n-gga bang out
we be sendin’ shots wherever these n-ggas hang out
tell lucci slide, he gon’ knock a n-gga brains out

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