Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Conscience , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 10.03.2008
Record label: Terror Squad Entertainment
Song language: English
My Conscience |
| Coca! Krills! |
| uh hun, uh hun, shit, |
| My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks… |
| Uh! I don’t give a fuck, no! I don’t give a fuck, no! |
| Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up flow |
| Barely fifteen, copped my first triple bean |
| Tryna get wit Fat Cat |
| and Pappy to do my thing |
| I’m just a kid, with envisions |
| and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M. |
| Ronald Reagan told me |
| «Yo, Joey just do ya thing» |
| Now I’m lookin back, man |
| I ain’t have no conscience |
| Slappin niggaz silly |
| till them niggaz fell unconscious |
| Speakin of my conscience |
| Now it be fuckin with me |
| So-called activist |
| try to dis me publicly |
| And they don’t even know where my heart at, heart at |
| And I don’t even know where to start at, start at |
| But this your conscience speakin |
| No time for cryin and weepin |
| You tryin to climb, you reachin |
| up to ya prime, you eatin' |
| You ripped a rhyme last weekend |
| You cleared a mill, no cheatin' |
| Who give some fuck what they speakin'? |
| Just keep movin, leadin! |
| You from the place of them heathens |
| Cop needs to see them |
| for no reason, |
| Young hustlers in the street bleedin |
| Moms grievin |
| Joe, you came up from all that |
| Fuck that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK! |
| My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me |
| In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me |
| Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me |
| My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me |
| Would the critics come at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenegger? |
| Killing cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger |
| You should run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya! |
| Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like some Southerners?! |
| Nah! I rather be on the block like a hustler |
| Guns with the mufflers |
| D’s put the cuffs on us |
| He’s an MC and these streets put they trust in us |
| Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they lust in us |
| They fuss wit us, ain’t nobody helpin us! |
| One minute they cheerin us |
| Next minute they cussin us! |
| Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! |
| Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! |
| That’s that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!) |
| I don’t even trust 'em (OHH!) |
| My conscience says no |
| I wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!) |
| These are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now |
| My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me |
| In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me |
| Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me |
| My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me |
| Yeah. |
| Is this my conscience speakin? |
| Sounds like my mentor |
| Yup, you guessed it! |
| How else could I enter? |
| It’s been a couple of years, as we rock the joint venture |
| You ain’t been callin me lately, you don’t remember?! |
| Shiiiiit! |
| Who you think I got my whole style from? |
| Them live shows, before the $ 20,000 |
| See the 'Rinas, before cocaina |
| You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah) |
| I was just a young’n on the corner, I’m a slinger |
| You was on ya album cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) |
| Flip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup…) |
| «Self-Destruction» (C'mon) |
| Damn, you the leader! |
| Joe, let’s take it back to «Don Cartegena» |
| You and Big Pun had the whole Bronx demeanor! |
| 560 gear, that Boriqua pride |
| Did burners with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's |
| You was with Relativity, I was with Jive |
| All the BULLSHIT you been through |
| How you survive?! |
| Kris, that’s why I’m the greatest Of all time |
| Joe, (I'm) the best! You must be out ya fuckin mind! |
| My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me |
| In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me |
| Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me |
| My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me |
| KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is |
| K-R-S-UNO es fresco |
| My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks… |
| BX, TS nigga — UH! |