Memphis Bleek - My Mind Right lyrics

[Jay-Z] Remix I'm sorry I ain't I ain't get right back at'cha n***as I've been a little busy with this dynasy sh** But uh got my mind right, money been right I'm ready for war Young Hovah, holla yeah I got the fifth n***as You have to pick n***as off of the ground When I pick n***as off with tha pound Go get your click n***a This n***a running with clowns I'm a rich n***a I get you clipped at cost right now n***as forget n***as as soon as your coffen off in the ground Family man, look at your kids orphans now Used to just smack rappers I'm extorting them now Taking all that's important to them now down to your b**h n***a you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are Till the gun is coming thru the drivers side of your car Using my name in vein like I won't damage the boy You think n***as was shooting you out of canons before (I'm that n***a) n***as is pompous, first they in Evil Kanevil jumpers Than they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hovah It's not about rich and po', n***a, it's about Richard Poe Understand I'm here to get this dough It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem No more them it's about fame or stardom It's about me being on blocks you borrowed from I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other peoples names So other motherf**ers can watch 'em It's as sample as this - y'all n***as get off my dick I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right b**h 1 - [Memphis Bleek] I got my mind right, money right (yeah) Ready for war (uh-huh) n***a, we ready for y'all I got my mind right, money right (yeah) Ready for war (uh-huh) n***a betta study your forms Repeat 1 [H Money] If there's wars with my dogs, it's war with H Act pumped and get left with a sawed off face Respect carter, respect the R.O.C or respect the shots Or respect the shots 21 thrown out the heckle or co*k The Co'd's no respect for the cops Even if the park right next To the spot we setting up shop I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife Gripping a bag tight while yall living a mad life I chase down n***as, shake down n***as Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now n***a I don't rap for pleasure I rap for chedder Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever H, Bleek & Jay on a track together It's a wrap for y'all dog We ready for war Repeat 1 (2x) [Memphis Bleek] I keep the gun tucked n***a Which one of you tough Which one of think you can go around with the pump My clique for real I ain't gotta talk no more One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more Ladies love me, why? Cuz I give em backshots n***as wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots It ain't even about trying to diss these n***as It's about these n***as ain't built for these n***as The R.O. yeah we simply street You n***as cotton candy you simply sweet I let the fifth spit without the red dot I point and pop, pop, pop and drop I got my mind right, money right ready for war For that doe Bleek bustin that for This how real we get deep in the streets kid The R.O.C. exclusive remix motherf**er [Beanie Sigel] I got my mind right, money right And it's not right here Who want a war? n***a I'm right here Get mind right, your money light Don't make me come out there Snatch your who*e and get it done right there Little n***as ain't ready for war Better get ready for bed Buck shot land at your head Buck shots right at your head Sit you n***as in a permanent chair Give you n***as permanent stares Shut down the party with the cut down shotti Make doctor, cut down your body Keep a hammer f** a strong arm robbery I blast I push the gas on the road part Johnny I'm fast stay on the road so the law can't find me In some quiet town tying it down That's right Mac still supplying it now By the pounds, stop trying it now I got my mind right n***a