[C-Murder talking]
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You know you done fucked up?
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You know you done fucked up, don't ya?
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Nigga you really fucked up.
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We on a muthafuckin mission.
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I'm ridin dirty with my TRU muthafuckas.
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Fiend, Steady Mobbin', C-Murder in this bitch.
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Retaliation is a must.
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Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries.
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[C-Murder]
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Nigga, nigga ridin dirty for revenge
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With my friends, I'm on a caper
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Ready to kill 'em, if I see 'em
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Fuck alarm, hold my paper
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I'm a rider, so I leave 'em where I left 'em
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When I creep, niggas sleep
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And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete
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Jungle with them slangers, with them bangers and them hustlers
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With them killers, smokin woo and makin deals with my TRU niggas
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Fiend had some yay, so we flipped it on the block
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Steady Mobbin' flew from Cali so we put 'em up on the spot
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Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
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Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
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And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack
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Watch my back, niggas jack
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Sweet revenge, counter attack up in my 'lac
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Sippin Hennesy and chronic, I'm the tweak for some magic
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Rollin the window, nigga, it's him so pistol playin bout to have it
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Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one
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Ridin dirty with my TRU bitches so nigga on a mission
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[Chorus:] (Lines echo in background) X 4
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In on a mission, ridin dirty with my TRU thugs
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Retaliation, dumpin rounds, with no love
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[Fiend]
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Fiend, my reason to gunplay
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Loadin my chopper right up the one way
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Wishin we facin a dead end
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So I could show how this gun spray
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Just one damn word, that's all I desire
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So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire
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Spittin fire, mobbin, s'on when them bullets get to pourin
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(..?..) get my adrenalin goin
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I ain't ignorin, no problems, no worries baby
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I severed the crusher, and buried my (..?..)
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Over the dresser, Fiend the trigga my lesser
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Gon test ya, with a season to kill
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And catch me celebratin across the battlefield
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Loco, this is the deal, let's put the gun
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To the small of his neck, we got caught up and blast
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Until there's nothing left, boy
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I thought some more niggas kept, what? what?
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Cause I ain't facin prison
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Exercising my right to exorcism
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Completed my mission, huh?
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By lettin the land just listen
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Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't livin
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So, we on a mission
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Chorus X 4
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[Steady Mobbin' 1]
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(..?..) the cleaner, alias Saddam, nigga
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(What's up there?) Cold cop killers
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Now it's really on (What's up fool?)
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Being crooked, we do it dirty, (We doing it!)
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C-Murder and Fiend (There they go!)
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We dump the fifty round magazine
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Locin and mobbin, til it's clean (Make sure it's clean)
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Hooked up with the colonel, and the billy, cause I need cream
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Fifteen five, made twenty five, six hummer size (Nigga!)
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Muthafuckas died, (Nigga!) all in one night (They die!)
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[Steady Mobbin' 2] (A lot of these lines are overlapped by screams,
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gunshots, etc. Hard to understand...)
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Pulled the trigga on my nigga (Not my nigga, damn!)
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As the forty caliber shell, blew up in the neck
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Twice in the head, he was dead 'fore his body hit the ground
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(Damn dog, don't go nigga!)
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Bitches scream, nigga (..?..)
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Pull up next to the bodies, I was runnin
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My dog's head was blew off
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I'm bustin hella (?) (BUCK, BUCK, BUCK)
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Hit the driver's side window, as they crash into a pole
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(..?..), with a few left in the clip
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Some for the driver, the passenger
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And the rest of the trigger men
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On a Mission
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Fiend |