Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Mind Right, artist - Memphis Bleek. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
My Mind Right |
| Understand what this shit right here is about |
| Understand what this shit right here is about |
| From Marcy |
| Understand me, yeah, yo 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 shit |
| I fuck with her, she my gangsta bitch |
| 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 fuck 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 bitch |
| Why the Ds know your name cuz you really a snitch |
| Got my mind right, money right, ready for war |
| I got the streets locked, Bleek hot as before |
| You know the game and the name now I’m ready for war |
| 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 bitch |
| Now the, baddest bitch is a average bitch |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Fuck 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 |