If you wanna roll with me Roll, you know I wanna roll, you know I wanna roll Roll, you know I gotta roll, you know I gotta roll Switch up your lingo I don't see no competition You didn't win the lottery So you better ask permission See you whistle out

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Natty dread rides again We got something they could never take away Go there, dready, go there! Fire is burning Man, pull your own weight! Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah! But

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright) Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh) Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah) Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down Up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

You're never too young You're never too young, never too young to die Never, never Hold on to someone close, friend 'Cause you're never too young Remember the ghosts before you And drink to their souls tonight And don't forget what they told you We're

Hey young thugs, the world is yours Yeah young thug, the world is yours Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got Get your mind right, and get your grind right See the mission's to get what we don't got Until we filthy rich and on top You better go

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

It's the same thing again and again You come around every now and then Your clothes are different but you're still the same Why else would you come here? Scumbag on a mission You're telling me that it's been awhile Shit eating grin and a brand new lie