[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