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    Memphis Bleek / Lyrics

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    "My Mind Right (Remix)" Lyrics

    Memphis Bleek feat. Beanie Sigel and Jay-Z

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    I'm sorry I ain't
    I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
    I've been a little busy with this dynasy shit
    But uh got my mind right, money been right
    I'm ready for war
    Young Hovah, holla yeah

    I got the fifth niggas
    You have to pick niggas off of the ground
    When I pick niggas off with tha pound
    Go get your click nigga
    This nigga running with clowns
    I'm a rich nigga
    I get you clipped at cost right now
    Niggas forget niggas 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 bitch
    Nigga 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 niggas was shooting you out of canons before (I'm that nigga)
    Niggas 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', nigga, 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 motherfuckers can watch 'em
    It's as sample as this - y'all niggas 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 bitch

    [1] - [Memphis Bleek]
    I got my mind right, money right
    Ready for war
    Nigga, we ready for y'all
    I got my mind right, money right
    Ready for war
    Nigga 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 cock
    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 niggas, shake down niggas
    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 nigga
    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 nigga
    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
    Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots
    It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas
    It's about these niggas ain't built for these niggas
    The R.O. yeah we simply street
    You niggas 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 motherfucker

    [Beanie Sigel]
    I got my mind right, money right
    And it's not right here
    Who want a war?
    Nigga I'm right here
    Get mind right, your money light
    Don't make me come out there
    Snatch your whore and get it done right there
    Little niggas ain't ready for war
    Better get ready for bed
    Buck shot land at your head
    Buck shots right at your head
    Sit you niggas in a permanent chair
    Give you niggas permanent stares
    Shut down the party with the cut down shotti
    Make doctor, cut down your body
    Keep a hammer fuck 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 nigga
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Malik Cox, Lalo Schifrin, Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant, Richard Grant, Raymond Grant.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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