Dj Clue My Mind Right Lyrics

My Mind Right Lyrics

Understand what this sh*t right here is about 

Understand what this sh*t right here is about 

From Marcy 

Understand me, yeah, yo 


[Verse 1] 

This for the streets, and you know I aint goin nowhere 

Get your guns out who want it with Memphis yeah 

I'ma make you understand why I do what I do 

Why I keep my hat tilt, and my doorag too 

I'm a thug, my heart pump gangsta sh*t 

I f**k with her, she my gangsta bit*h 

My wrists don't freeze, glocks'll squeeze 

Whole click got a watch, droppin keys 

And I want the block back 

You niggas had your run, we'll stop that, you better watch this cat 

I done came up, and f**k bringin your name up 

It's beef I'ma see you, and bang til you hang up 

Your life on line, but here's the truth 

You aint hype to die, but you hype to shoot 

You let the Henny talk for you, you really a bit*h 

Why the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitch 


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Got my mind right, money right, ready for war 

*Memph Bleek Is* [Murda] yeah told you before 

I got the streets locked, Bleek hot as before 

You know the game and the name now I'm ready for war 


[Verse 2] 

*Memph Bleek Is*, back for the streets 

Knowin that *Coming of Age*, controllin the creep 

Put in work on these streets, bustin my heat 

Dodgin the Ds, you know it's a margin between me 

And only a few fit in, your lifestyle's written 
 

So who you supposed to be, play your position 

I used to write to the wall, about the Porsche 

Now I write for the house and the rob report 

I used to think, Bleek and the baddest bit*h 

Now the, baddest bit*h is a average bit*h 

All I need her is for head and to stash my lead 

Push my V, take this key to hempstead 

And you run through backwoods, I twist backwoods 

And greenery, sha shoo with heavy machinery 

You know exactly who these streets belong to 

B.I.G. done warned you, and I'ma run up on you, nigga 


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[Verse 3] 

Ayo I think I'm the best, from coast to coast 

I'm above rap cats, they know what I gross 

What they make from they album, I do at my show 

Your advance is what, I spent that when I was broke 

I ship gold, you better watch me now 

Many middle in this game, at the top I'm found 

I wanted these cats, reppin my hood, then go back 

Be on the same old bench, with the same old rap 

I'm from Marcy, you see them cars we buy 

Seats up, smoke blunts, with my concubine 

Twin, P-89 for you two fake faggots 

Tucked under the lining of the Roc-A-Wear fabric 

f**k y'all, you know the squad be 'bout 

Anything that involve dollar signs and accounts 

It's the M dot E M P H man stop 

I bought C a watch, next day I bought a house 


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