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too much trouble - jack mission lyrics

[verse 1: drunk d]
rollin’ on my sw-ngers, n-gga i’m straight
if you wanna get paid it ain’t never too late
i got the tech nine, the pump inside
my motherf-ckin’ driver, that’s all i need to ride
it’s straight up gun smoke, legs broke, necks choked, money don’t
straight up k!llin’s, no feelin’s, i’m on a jack mission
peepin’ out the sh-t reeeaaal slow
in my f-cking 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 f-ck if you n-ggas ain’t with it
you know how it is when a motherf-cker’s starving
so i’m gonna get mine by doing some motherf-ckin’ 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 motherf-ckin’ time
i don’t fear death and i don’t ? them n-ggas
this word is my nine, i guess i’ll die by the trigga
cus all i’m searching for is those fat–ss cookies
don’t f-ck with this sh-t if you ain’t nothin’ but a rookie
approaching the premises like a motherf-cking 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 sh-t out, because a n-gga unexpected
i see one fool getting full of that water
i’m fried my d-mn self, it’s finna be a slaughter
went up to the front door, didn’t make no noise
kicked that motherf-cker in like the jump out boys
put my nine to the dome of my first victim
and i don’t wanna hear no sh-t because i’m gonna k!ll ’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 motherf-ckin’ 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 motherf-cker 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–ss nizzigga

give up what you got, or get your -ss shot the f-ck up
[verse 2: seagram]
s-e-a-g n-gga coming with the glock c-cked
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
motherf-ckers can’t fade me when i’m on the attack
i got b-tches that’s down to set a n-gga up for the kidnap
first comes the 2-1-1
then the 187 ? and i got your funds
breakin’ em off proper, ident-ty’s like a shocker
when ya beep me i gotcha sellin’ n-ggas betty crocker
tmt, s-e-a-g, up in n-gga’s houses
torturing your spouses, give up the cash and the ounces
hurry up punk before i break your f-ckin’ arm
or you ain’t got no money, tmt heat up the iron
burn his b-tch, 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 motherf-ckin’ jack mission

[chorus x2]

give up what you got, or get your -ss shot the f-ck up
[verse 3: ghetto mc]
once my n-ggedy-n-ggedy nine millie glock is c-cked
your -ss will get robbed and shot on the spot
no need to wish for another f-ckin’ chance
cus it’s too late hoe, you already sh-tted and p-ssed in your pants
most n-ggas 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 n-gga jack:
i just take what i want with my gat
i catch ya slippin’ at the motherf-ckin’ red light
or just follow you from the club on a late night
whatever the f-ck i want, you’re gonna give it here
or your -ss will wind up in intensive care
you shouldn’t have bullsh-tted me in the first place
you shoulda just opened up the motherf-ckin’ 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 -ss they’ll have to pack ya
off into the motherf-ckin’ 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 b-tch mackin’
but back to the f-ckin’ subject
the reason i do the sh-t i do is cus i love it
you see another ? ? ?
f-ck all y’all sh-t, i ain’t gotta explain
imma sum it all up so you better listen
i stay paid like a motherf-cker, b-tch i’m on a jack mission

[chorus x2]

give up what you got, or get your -ss shot the f-ck up

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