MISSION XIII

Lil L.A. Marz - MISSION XIII
Lyrics

Intro:
I'm on a mission, yeah
To get 13 niggas, fuck em all, I'm gon' get em (1300)
Outnumbered like shit, gon' kill em all, dont need stitches, yeah
They be on dick, fuck off my balls, they some bitches, yeah
They just tryna make a nigga fa--
(Ayo, Dripz, this shit crazy)
(Paradyse, you crazy!)
(L.A., who the fuck is you?, bih-bih-bih-bih)
Yeah!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa!
(Ow! *beep* --ing monster!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Hook:
Yeah
I'm in the mood (Whoa)
Just to kill a motherfucker, maybe 2 (Whoa, whoa)
Really, 13 niggas I'm about to move (Beep!)
Really what I meant by that, I take em to they doom
Pop up at they function, really 'boutta go and ruin shit--
On a mission, yuh
On a mission, yuh (Whoa!)
On a mission (Whoa!)
Yeah, there's no panic room that you can get, yuh
Bro on that printer paper, uh
Said he was missin'

Verse:
Yeah, creep in, make no muhfuckin’ sound
I’m deep in, like I’m in yo fuckin’ bitch
No creamin’, I don’t wanna fuckin’ child
Daydreamin’, thinkin’ too much of the clit (Yeh!)
Shoulda readied up the clip
All these niggas got some lip (Lip!)
Mouth be gone, if you want it
Movin’ gay, he on some dick (Whoa!)
My choppa pansexual, bust anybody in they shit
Don’t care if it’s a thottie or yo twin
Now that’s one down, 12 more to go
Really I just hit em both, it’s a double kill
This ain’t school, don’t lay up on the floor, this is not a drill
This is just in case you didn’t know, this ain’t for no deal
Trigger happy, happy, finna squeeze up on that nigga, Bill (Yeah!)
Niggas thinkin’ I be on that Accy, no, not even pills
Faygo sip til he gon’ fall, while I’m still here ready to kill(Aw-yeah!)
Damn, it feel like deja vu (Whoa!)
Feel like I murked the same nigga, it was twins, so 2
6 down

Hook:
I'm in the mood
Just to kill a motherfucker, maybe 2 (Whoa)
Really, 13 niggas I'm about to move (Beep!)
Really what I meant by that, I take em to they doom (Yeah)
Pop up at they function, really 'boutta go and ruin shit--
On a mission, yuh (Whoa)
On a mission, yuh (Whoa)
On a mission
Yeah, there's no panic room that you can get, yuh
Bro on that printer paper, uh
Said he was missin'

Verse 2:
Yeah, 7 down, 6 more to go
I can’t settle down, bitch I’m on go
Yeah, finna go in (Yeh!)
In on that nigga, nigga wanna play games
Want me to fuck shit up in yo fuckin’ place?
Bitch, I be shootin’ like yo hoe spellin’ yo name
I smoked yo mans and like some gas with the propane (Bah!)
That opp pack was hella good, I’m ‘boutta fuckin’ aim, yeah-aye
Niggas movin’ vrainless like they don’t be havin’ a mind left (Yeh!)
Better get yo act right cuz you don’t have no time left (On god!)
Said you pull up with a gang but you don’t have no guys left
Finna Stevie Wonder that nigga, he got no eyes left
Shootin’ left and right, both up in the head, they husband and wife
See they wedding ring’s bloody, bitch, you know I’m not kind
They wasn’t ready yet, I don’t give a fuck, they had to die
Got one more body left, not just cuz I’m in the fuckin’ mood

Hook:
Just to kill a motherfucker, maybe 2
Really, 13 niggas I'm about to move (Whoa!)
Really what I meant by that, I take em to they doom (Beep!)
Pop up at they function, really 'boutta go and ruin shit--
On a mission, yuh
On a mission, yuh (Whoa!)
On a mission (Whoa!)
Yeah, there's no panic room that you can get, yuh
Bro on that printer paper, uh
Said he was missin'

Outro:
Yuh, uh-yuh
Body on body, I killed them 13 niggas dead, yuh
Hit em with the gleam, ouu, yuh, and a red beam