Mission 4 Cheese

Gold toes and shine G
Pushing the black and brown with pride
You got to be insane to sit in the mirror and say my name three times
I caught you
You slipped on the other side
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
And bloody well, we about to ride
Once upon a time in the flatlands
Doing my thing
Trying to get some more ice to put in my rings
Living way fast
Trying to accumulate cash
Big timer getting jiggy with it, getting biggie with it
Your boy been stuck in the game since way back
Ain't no way that I'm going out
Think about time I put in
Think about times I went out
You niggas that got me
Fucked in the game if you thought I was all in
This is my calling
We balling, bringing y'all in
This is my calling
We balling, bringing y'all in
Screw dogging
We hogging
Major flossing
Penitentiary chances costing
Niggers lost in this cold game
But I'd rather not than be broke
So I jook change
Falsified ass niggers get crucified
Put the pump in your mouth and blow the doors because you lied
How could you compete with the Empire Elite?
We do a sweep over the street so non-believers catch a heat, bitch
Player, don't get it twisted
We the Insane
Affiliated with a few niggers in the dope game
Trying to get that cheddar in a major way
Hustling on a day to day for skrill
Trying to maintain, we hogs keep it real
Display my H-O-double-G status
Now get my goddamn look
Then I make them feel the pain when I introduce y'all to the game
Totally insane
I'm Screw Dog
In attack formation, I do my thing
We the Empire
No love for the other side because we bout it
Break out to the back and then we flossing and we go get the G's
It's T-I-E, the coalition on a mission for these
Break out your pistols, wave them high and get the skrilla
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
We cold killers
Break out to the back and then we flossing and we go get the G's
It's T-I-E, the coalition on a mission for these
Break out your pistols, wave them high and get the skrilla
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
We cold killers
They call me Ad Rock, always Versace
Roll with my posse, sipping on Rossi
Hog every time I come through, they call me hog
By the time it doggy, make the beat recognize
The essentials make the whole people
Credentials and respect the potential
Uh, it's one of them young type niggers
Talk about what he going to get and what he had
Nigga, I'm from the back row where niggers known for doing bad
Boy, I'm a hustler
Born and grated from EPA
Better keep your eyes off me and keep your mind on having pay
I bring the havoc on these playa hating bastards
When I'm under the influence of the green magic
Floss with a passion, ready for action
Last man up, letting them have it
Mr
Clean up with my heater
Which one of y'all want to see us?
It's the coalition
We on a mission, make all the leaders
Y'all can't test these West Bay California Hogs
The hogs run away from y'all
Come over here and jog my dogs
Robo-thugging with the windows tinted
Shook in a minute
Put our own skrilla in it
T-I-E is representing
This here goes out to niggers in the Penta
Screw Dog, Ten Dollar, and AD
Remember us?
Direct from the back street and going
Insane with the back street life
Getting loot on this hit but still struggling to survive
I'm from the back streets, nigga
Alberni Midtown
E-A-S-T P-A-L-O-U-T putting it down
Two and a half square mad
Of niggers that'll kick your door up off the
Motherfucking hinges like to death and get your ass up
Break out to the back and then we flossing and we go get the G's
It's T-I-E, the coalition on a mission for these
Break out your pistols, wave them high and get the skrilla
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
We cold killers
Break out to the back and then we flossing and we go get the G's
It's T-I-E, the coalition on a mission for these
Break out your pistols, wave them high and get the skrilla
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
We cold killers
Well, I break these punk holes without giving air pole
Don't put nothing in the air for
I blow my own dose
You ain't know?
I'm from the Empire, don't cater to hoes
I'm fucking with hard niggers that run trains behind closed doors
Dedicated to the niggers on the late night post
Paper in hand we trust, making that revenue growth
Got to have it because without it, I can't even do my thizzle
I'm the bomb about to blow up
You a dud, about to fizzle
I'm off that rock and then come test me now
We four deep in the Chevy
Boy, you're through now
Talking will get you nowhere
Hating will get you flat-lined
Bitching will get you fucked up
Snitches cross the fine line
I burn the rubber off the leather tires and rallies
Get smoked out four deep in the valley
On suspenders, fuck them po-pos if they step on the street alley
I bring us a firearm and a sack of yola and I got the doja
So while it's front rolling, I'm pulling over and bounce on 'em
Dearly beloveds, I represent a life that's rough and rugged
Might as well sped off
Chop your head off and take your nugget
Ain't no love, bitch
Only thing we strive for is getting rich
These other niggers might try but ain't no imitating this
We under the influence of icky sticky
Leave you eyeing off like a hawk
Stripping to get off ready rocks and bagging up fat sacks of bomb
Ain't no telling how shit gonna turn out in the end
Through thick and thin, T-I-E gonna ride one more year
Break out to the back and then we flossing and we go get the G's
It's T-I-E, the coalition on a mission for these
Break out your pistols, wave them high and get the skrilla
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
We cold killers
Break out to the back and then we flossing and we go get the G's
It's T-I-E, the coalition on a mission for these
Break out your pistols, wave them high and get the skrilla
Ten Dollar, AD, and Scoop
We cold killers