Mission 2 Get Paid

(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 nigga 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 shit

For Richmond all the way back to New Orleans

Where them killers 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 niggas just mad cause we hit them with this voo-doo

Southern, mixed with this Cali style

And Master P don't give a fuck cause I could go about a hundred miles

When any nigga chase me, amaze me

Police mad cause a young nigga paid g

And No Limit keeps a nigga's pocket swoll like I'm on perole

Ain't got no love for y'all niggas 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 nigga, coming high-er than Biggie

A nigga making bank so call me the young diggy-wiggy

I mean the Al Kapone, of this rap throne

And beat the row to any nigga that got it going on

And snatch your wallet out your pocket

Your arm out your socket, niggas hate me, cause I got it

(Chorus)

No Limit niggas on a mission to get paid

Keep your hk cocked for the niggas that player hate

We on a mission to get paid, pulling all nighters

And keep that hk cocked for them fools that don't like us

[Mia X]

Heal to the toe, nigga 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, ass

Now who that, say that they knew that that bitch 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 bitch 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 shit, 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 nigga, 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 bitch on a mission to get paid

With my girl Mia X, Big Ed in this bitch

We got that stupid dope game for y'all motherfuckers for the 9 fizzive

T-R-U in this bitch, uh, them Richmond niggas in this motherfucker

The New Orleans niggas, uh, uh, C-Murder in this bitch

King George, Cali G, young Silkk, Tre 8 in this bitch

No Limit, it's a No Limit thang so y'all better recognize