5 Mississippi

[Intro]

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Where we at?

Jackson, LAX

Blockworks, let's get it

[Verse 1]

Sliding with a fifty, Van Dykin' with my sissy

Sippin' dirty Sprite, pouring out the pint until I'm pissy

Count to five Mississippi, .30 parkin', I'm outside with a stiffy

Shit, I might just go live with a bricky

Me and Five in that Bentley with matching master pieces

Got me plottin' on the richy, number five come with a fifty

Know these niggas wanna rob me, wanna stick me

Mad at me 'cause all their bitches wanna slop me, wanna lick me

That'll be the day we hand out expiration dates, I hate it had to be that way

But be it as it may, you know it had to happen either way

Demon child, lot of bad habits and some evil traits

Mini-Drac, fully-automatic, let it eat his face

[Chorus]

Them niggas' hoods you hiding in you thought was safe?

You tell 'em everything else, why you ain't tell 'em that you caught a case?

Wish you'd seen the look in his eyes when he saw my face

Knowing that I know what's going on, that's what you call a snake

I gotta thank God for keep cuttin' me all these breaks

On my last strike, ain't even got another law to break

Heard they caught him with the bag and he talked to Jake

Now all these niggas get mad, wanna fight, should've fought his case

[Verse 2]

These niggas super flawed

Me and DD moved the raw, got Titi sniffing through a straw

Jackie bangin' needles, uncle Eddie, he was smackin' glass

But he smoking proper, he so shy that he can't catch a drag

Half a slab, bleed a nigga block just like a maxi pad

Action packed, brodie cut shit down just like a battle axe

Nigga drop my name, he gettin' mowed, run and title that

Caught two bricks of cocaine, three bricks of blow, that's a travel pack

Used to work the grave shift, boiling mayonnaise on me

All these band-aids on me, that's a first-aid kit

Niggas know we purge and we grave dig

Parking them sixes in a row like a class of first grade kids

[Chorus]

Them niggas' hoods you hiding in you thought was safe?

You tell 'em everything else, why you ain't tell 'em that you caught a case?

Wish you'd seen the look in his eyes when he saw my face

Knowing that I know what's going on, that's what you call a snake

I gotta thank God for keep cuttin' me all these breaks

On my last strike, ain't even got another law to break

Heard they caught him with the bag and he talked to Jake

Now all these niggas get mad, wanna fight, should've fought his case

[Outro]

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