Al B Smoov - Minds That Collide lyrics

[Intro: Chuuwee] Check.. 1-2 1-2 (repeat) [Hook] You don't want our minds to f**in' collide Because it'll be a mutha f**in' homicide (repeat 4x) [Verse 1: Chuuwee] Yo, let's play a mind game and let's pretend that you are me and I I warn you now, don't think too hard, it could be suicide Homicide cause I'm do or die Even if you was I Pull out that tool and try and hit you twice and you would die You would lie flat on yo' face if our moods collide Stay in yo' lane, I stay drivin' in the suicide Homicide I drive crazy in my momma's ride I'm obliged to harming people with this '45 of mine I'mma let it shine like to gold Dayton's on that '84 cadillac Knick knack had a gat, Patty came runnin' round the corner with a fatty sack I need half of that, click clack, gimme daddy's cash Lock yo' doors and windows wit' yo happy a** n***as come equipped with sh** to make you do the cabbage patch I'm just statin' what I seen that made me have to blast And if our brains cross paths, don't make me act like that [Hook] [Verse 2: Gibbs] Ay caramba, I sways past yo' mind, feel my thunder It's Gibby, not your average rapper turned from a hustler Won't cut ya', so what you wanna see me you can't Cause you like Stevie, got knowledge like Mr. Feeny Bye bye cause there's no coming back My n***as rollin', we rollin' that rugged buddha sack Smoking on that premium gas I find it hard in myself to make believe Everything that comes out of my mouth be soaking up, you breeze So ah, by any means, any means necessary, I pull in and pull out Tooth fairy, my mind golden, drive foreign shades as Asbury When sh** starts to collide, we wild'n like Thornberrys (Yo) Now I done made up my mind we k**in' these and puttin' 'em in the dirt Until they days' up, so start that sh** and we just fade up We out-(ch)here no favors, time is a wasting And we out, peace I'm pacing yo' I'm goin' no faking (check check one two) [Hook] [Bridge] Breathe in, breathe out (repeat 8x) [Verse 3: Stevie Crooks] Check, ay yo I toss you off a building a jump at the same time I'm bucking the nine inside yo' mind I untie my Jordan fives Retie 'em on my back hoping they make me fly This the part where I can see what rap money can really buy As we pa** the twelfth story, I take eleven shots of Bacardi Falling inside drunk and I reload and continue dumping Ten to go, honestly I can't take it no mo' Maybe I'm crazy, so I aim below and crack a window Seven is the window to heaven, but six is where the bullet hit The fives didn't work, but I had to test 'em While closing my eyes, acrobatically dive Knowing possibly I can die; homicide, suicide As we flew inside the six, collision threw me through the fifth Leaving four bullets in the clip Give you the last three, one left Look in the camera with the hammer, this is automatic roulette Yes [Hook] [Outro]