Steel On A Mission ’96

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, haha Still on a motherfuckin' mission, biatch! Yeah [Verse 1] I'm on a late night mission for some ass (Some ass) I had to pull over and get me some gas And some rubbers and some drank (Drank) Oh, let me count my bank (Bank) To see if I can get a fat sack of dank Now let me think about which bitch I gone fuck (Fuck) Or which bitch would straight be willin' to suck My dick real quick without sayin' shit 'Cause I'm the gangsta ass nigga down with the Hostyle clique That nigga H-D Dog is a mack My little homie Neo got five on the sack And I gots five so that makes ten So we got a dime sack, now we sippin' Henn' (Well, alright) And a nigga got drunk ass fuck And now it's time for me to go and get my dick sucked (By who?) By a bitch I met the other day I'm rollin' in my six-trey down M-L-K And uh... [Hook] I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right [Verse 2] Now it all comes back to me Before I was a O-G, I was a B-G Way back in 80-threezy I'm puttin' it down on the eastside of L-B-C Twenty first is where we hung at night And we squabbled any nigga who wanted to fight (Right) And if a nigga really wanted to trip I got a Nina wit' an extra clip on my hip (Woo, yeah) So get your ass of my block (Block) Before I pop you wit' my Glock and take your sack of rocks (Rocks) You know I really gots no love for yo' ass So hurry up ya need to move fast Before I have second thoughts about breakin' ya off Like Al B I'll be killin' you soft And I'll be sure to break you off proper I beat your ass down and bust you like a copper You know why? [Hook] 'Cause I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right [Verse 3] You better watch yourself when I'm slangin' these rhymes I come up with the dope shit and the funky lines Real fast, I blast, take your cash, and stiff Niggas don't wanna trip 'cause my weapon is kept Up under my shirt and I gives a fuck about gettin' hurt I love set trippin' and I puts in work (On who?) On any nigga who figure he's bigger than me I got a 9 millimeter and my heat of sceats I'll ship that will take you off set so quick (Damn) You'll be lying in the dirt wit' a dust of dits Shit, it's a shame when you got no game And you straight dissin' nigga tryna get a name Don't change, be yourself in this here game Show no type of shame and express your pain And, to be the shit and don't be dissin' And look at me, Loc; I'm still on a mission [Chorus] I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission gettin' blown away And you know that's right I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right I'm still on a mission Hittin' switches, bumpin' bitches, collectin' riches I'm still on a mission, gettin' blown away And you know that's right