Master P - Mission 2 Get Paid lyrics

(Master P) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh 2x - More money, more money I'm like a bee, trying to make the honey [Master P] I drop the switches on the 6-4, headed to the liquor store Get me a 40 ounce and that crazy horse and that's how it go I'm gone off indo-nesia And surrounded in my large body, 4-30 skeezer They trying to get me for my dollar bill, my crumb but I ain't going out Hit the backstreets and put that dank in they mouth But that n***a take some chase, nine in they face Call my girl on the mobile phone, bring the yellow tape And it's on cause we balling, and I'm doing this sh** For Richmond all the way back to New Orleans Where them k**ers hang, I mean them gangstas slang I got a two for three, four for five I'm counting bank And Mia X bout to hook it up, real good I'm Mr. Rogers, Sarah Lee, she's the neighborhood queen And I'm doing this like g's do And them n***as just mad cause we hit them with this voo-doo Southern, mixed with this Cali style And Master P don't give a f** cause I could go about a hundred miles When any n***a chase me, amaze me Police mad cause a young n***a paid g And No Limit keeps a n***a's pocket swoll like I'm on perole Ain't got no love for y'all n***as that want to be the row Throwing blows like Tyson Right ones and left ones but ain't no nice ones Cause I'm a n***a, coming high-er than Biggie A n***a making bank so call me the young diggy-wiggy I mean the Al Kapone, of this rap throne And beat the row to any n***a that got it going on And snatch your wallet out your pocket Your arm out your socket, n***as hate me, cause I got it (Chorus) No Limit n***as on a mission to get paid Keep your hk co*ked for the n***as that player hate We on a mission to get paid, pulling all nighters And keep that hk co*ked for them fools that don't like us [Mia X] Heal to the toe, n***a you can't see me Unless you guard your grill cause you sure gone feel me Creeping on the come up on the mission to get, paid Haters want to stunt up but they run up in my, face To blackness the macstress I'm bout to get, wreck I be the one and only baller, Mia X Next to flex a hex so wicked on that, a** Now who that, say that they knew that that b**h was bad Packing mad flavor, it's in my nature to be, boss To rat-a-tat-a-tat with plastic toys I mean go, off Bring hella-noise, behind that F-E-D-D-Y It's do or die, a ghetto b**h gone survive and try to stay alive In 95, to position herself for that mission To increase her wealth, the decision failed Years to lay it down, cause I'm coming Running this street rap sh**, ain't no fronting, I'm on a mission (Chorus) [Big Ed] Well it's the B-I-G-E here to make you holler The last letter's D and the D stands for dollar Sometimes I'm feeling my life is at a standstill But I feel, that I can grow 7 figgas n***a, that'll be a mill So let me chill, and organize strategically Cause I'm a grown man and don't need my mama feeding me So it's time to leave the, nest Tims are getting harder, lives a little shorter See this llelo, got my hood captivated Innovated my spot, and major was the plot So uh, I gots to make a decision with precision Should I ball, slang dope, or rap for a living But either all I gots to get them divid-ends Cause the with my down south family to make some ends So in this rap game there is no competition Fool you better recognize No Limit, we on a mission (Chorus) (Master P talking) Uh, uh, uh, yeah, Master P in this b**h on a mission to get paid With my girl Mia X, Big Ed in this b**h We got that stupid dope game for y'all motherf**ers for the 9 fizzive T-R-U in this b**h, uh, them Richmond n***as in this motherf**er The New Orleans n***as, uh, uh, C-Murder in this b**h King George, Cali G, young Silkk, Tre 8 in this b**h No Limit, it's a No Limit thang so y'all better recognize