[c-murder talking]

You know you done fucked up? 

You know you done fucked updon't ya? 

Nigga you really fucked up.

We on a muthafuckin mission.

I'm ridin dirty with my tru muthafuckas.

Fiendsteady mobbin'c-murder in this bitch.

Retaliation is a must.

Dumpin rounds on my muthafuckin adversaries.



[c-murder]

Nigganigga ridin dirty for revenge

With my friendsI'm on a caper

Ready to kill 'emif I see 'em

Fuck alarmhold my paper

I'm a riderso I leave 'em where I left 'em

When I creepniggas sleep

And they ain't restin til they deep up in the concrete

Jungle with them slangerswith them bangers and them hustlers

With them killerssmokin woo and makin deals with my tru niggas

Fiend had some yayso we flipped it on the block

Steady mobbin' flew from cali so we put 'em up on the spot

Servin dub sacks and flippersfifty shots and quarter bags

Raisin riches no matter weekservin keys out paper bags

And hustlin hardcountin money by the sack

Watch my backniggas jack

Sweet revengecounter attack up in my 'lac

Sippin hennesy and chronicI'm the tweak for some magic

Rollin the windowniggait's him so pistol playin bout to have it

Fuckin bullets gots no name nigga you name is on this one

Ridin dirty with my tru bitches so nigga on a mission



[chorus:] (lines echo in background) x 4

In on a missionridin dirty with my tru thugs

Retaliationdumpin roundswith no love



[fiend]

Fiendmy reason to gunplay

Loadin my chopper right up the one way

Wishin we facin a dead end

So I could show how this gun spray

Just one damn wordthat's all I desire

So I could bend these niggas back like chicken wire

Spittin firemobbins'on when them bullets get to pourin

(..? ..) get my adrenalin goin

I ain't ignorinno problemsno worries baby

I severed the crusherand buried my (..? ..)

Over the dresserfiend the trigga my lesser

Gon test yawith a season to kill

And catch me celebratin across the battlefield

Locothis is the deallet's put the gun

To the small of his neckwe got caught up and blast

Until there's nothing leftboy

I thought some more niggas keptwhat? what? 

Cause I ain't facin prison

Exercising my right to exorcism

Completed my missionhuh? 

By lettin the land just listen

Cause they the reason my lil homie ain't livin

Sowe on a mission



Chorus x 4



[steady mobbin' 1]

(..? ..) the cleaneralias saddamnigga

(what's up there? ) cold cop killers

Now it's really on (what's up fool? )

Being crookedwe do it dirty(we doing it!)

C-murder and fiend (there they go!)

We dump the fifty round magazine

Locin and mobbintil it's clean (make sure it's clean)

Hooked up with the coloneland the billycause I need cream

Fifteen fivemade twenty fivesix hummer size (nigga!)

Muthafuckas died(nigga!) all in one night (they die!)



[steady mobbin' 2] (a lot of these lines are overlapped by screams

Gunshotsetc. hard to understand...)

Pulled the trigga on my nigga (not my niggadamn!)

As the forty caliber shellblew up in the neck

Twice in the headhe was dead 'fore his body hit the ground

(damn dogdon't go nigga!)

Bitches screamnigga (..? ..)

Pull up next to the bodiesI was runnin

My dog's head was blew off

I'm bustin hella (? ) (buckbuckbuck)

Hit the driver's side windowas they crash into a pole

(..? ..)with a few left in the clip

Some for the driverthe passenger

And the rest of the trigger men