Too Much Trouble - Jack Mission lyrics

[Verse 1: Drunk D] Rollin' on my swangers, n***a I'm straight If you wanna get paid it ain't never too late I got the tech nine, the pump inside My motherf**in' driver, that's all I need to ride It's straight up gun smoke, legs broke, necks choked, money don't Straight up k**in's, no feelin's, I'm on a jack mission Peepin' out the sh** reeeaaal slow In my f**ing 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** if you n***as ain't with it You know how it is when a motherf**er's starving So I'm gonna get mine by doing some motherf**in' 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**in' time I don't fear d**h and I don't ? them n***as This word is my nine, I guess I'll die by the trigga Cus all I'm searching for is those fat-a** cookies Don't f** with this sh** if you ain't nothin' but a rookie Approaching the premises like a motherf**ing 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** out, because a n***a unexpected I see one fool getting full of that water I'm fried my damn self, it's finna be a slaughter Went up to the front door, didn't make no noise Kicked that motherf**er in like the jump out boys Put my nine to the dome of my first victim And I don't wanna hear no sh** because I'm gonna k** '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**in' 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**er 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-a** nizzigga Give up what you got, or get your a** shot the f** up [Verse 2: Seagram] S-E-A-G n***a coming with the Glock co*ked 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**ers can't fade me when I'm on the attack I got b**hes that's down to set a n***a up for the kidnap First comes the 2-1-1 Then the 187 ? and I got your funds Breakin' em off proper, identity's like a shocker When ya beep me I gotcha sellin' n***as Betty Crocker TMT, S-E-A-G, up in n***a's houses Torturing your spouses, give up the cash and the ounces Hurry up punk before I break your f**in' arm Or you ain't got no money, TMT heat up the iron Burn his b**h, 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**in' jack mission [Chorus x2] Give up what you got, or get your a** shot the f** up [Verse 3: Ghetto MC] Once my n**edy-n**edy nine millie Glock is co*ked Your a** will get robbed and shot on the spot No need to wish for another f**in' chance Cus it's too late hoe, you already sh**ted and pissed in your pants Most n***as 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***a jack: I just take what I want with my gat I catch ya slippin' at the motherf**in' red light Or just follow you from the club on a late night Whatever the f** I want, you're gonna give it here Or your a** will wind up in intensive care You shouldn't have bullsh**ted me in the first place You shoulda just opened up the motherf**in' 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 a** they'll have to pack ya Off into the motherf**in' 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**h mackin' But back to the f**in' subject The reason I do the sh** I do is cus I love it You see another ? ? ? f** all y'all sh**, I ain't gotta explain Imma sum it all up so you better listen I stay paid like a motherf**er, b**h I'm on a jack mission [Chorus x2] Give up what you got, or get your a** shot the f** up