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"Mind On Murda"


[Vincent Price laughs]

[Intro:]
Whattup nigga?
Hahahh!
I see you... (yeah!) in my sweat dreams! (shit fucked up, man!)
Ugh!
And when I wake up... (I'm a get back!)
I feel like shit!

[Chorus:]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!) [gunshot]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187! [shot] (uh-'uh!) [shot]

Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!) [gunshot]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187! [2 shots]

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - Why death have to come get him? (why?) - we wasn't done with' him! (naah!)
Pinky rings make him shine when the sun hit 'em! (yeah!)
I got drunk with' him! (uh-huh!)
Roll up the weed and hit da blunt with' him. (yeah!) - Came up in da same slum with' him!
Hung with him! (uh!) - Damm! Why he ain't have his gun with him?
I know his personality would've done did 'em!
We cut class with him (yeeah!) shot dice and got cash with' him (yeeah!)
Broke laws and hauled ass with' him! (yeah!)
I'm ridin' dirty? Yeah, I'm illegal! (what?)
SWAT team vest on chrome Desert Eagle. (Eagle!)
Fuck sendin' threats I just see you when I see you! (see you!)
My soul senile! - Catch you clowns on da rebound;
I hate you! (I hate you!) - It's time for you to hate me now,
Catch an H-Boom somewhere and spend his V 'rounds!
Errr! - You know niggas do anything to be round, (round!)
Click-clack, [gun cocks] pow! - Now you want with' me noww! (now!)

[Chorus:]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!)
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187! (uh-'uh!)

Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!)
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187!

[Verse 2:]
When I finally fall asleep - my dreams soo sweet,
Buncha young ignorant muthafuckas in da street!
Big world a reality nobody wanna see
Either you rap shoot bull or sell E!
It's hard to see tommorow when you stuck on today. (YEAH!)
That BC Bud and Henessy take tha troubles away, heyy! (uh!)
Reminising on tha pact we had;
What's mine, is yours from a bitch down to a half a bagg! (daamn!)
"Excuse me, if I come off wrooong, (uh!)
But I wish my enemies noooone! (uh!)
You can slip away nice and caaaalm, (yeah!)
Right into your baby mama aaaarms!" [scream] [gunshot]
Man, call Al Sharpton! - Get a lil' press! (uh!)
Try to figure out whAt happened to that boy's chesst! [Vincent Price laughs]
The hood is a mess, nigga shoulda had his vesst! (uh!)
Besides thru his death! I can get a lil' rest! - I'm angry and I...

[Chorus:]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!)
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187! (uh-'uh!)

Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!)
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187! [kids ovation] [shot]

[Verse 3:]
UHH! - I wake up outta cold sweats! [shot] - My eyes red an' my clothes wet!
These enimies still breathin', I can't go yet! [police sirens]
How I'm a look your mama in the face, tell her: [police sirens]
"It was juss the wrong time, right place; let her!"
Know she got someone she can call on.
We talked 'bout makin' a dig, but now that's all gone!
We go back soo long! - Came up so fast!
Not thinkin' 'bout the future just tonights block bassh, UHH!
"Untill the day I end up deeaaad,
I'm a give 'em hell down heeere! (uhh!)
I bring my thing everywheeere
I come from where niggas don't care!" [gunshot]
SouthSide Jamiaca it's a "do or die" thing,
Police ain't refferin' you on our ring!
I hope wherever you are, you living like a king!
Mother-fuck a car! - A broad or da bling! - I miss you and I...

[Chorus:]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!) [gunshot]
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!) [gunshot]
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda!
Mind on the 187! (uh-'uh!) [gunshot]

Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! (murda!)
Thinkin' 'bout to get back!
Eh! - Pushin' your shit back! (uh-huh!)
Woke up in the morning with' my mind on my murda! [police sirens]
Mind on the 187! [rewind] [beat stops] [police sirens]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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