My Mind Right (Remix)

[Intro: Jay-Z, (Memphis Bleek)] Remix! I'm sorry, I ain't... I ain't get right back at you niggas (Huh?!) I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit But, uh... got my mind right... money been right... (Let's get this shit then) Heh, I'm ready for war (C'mon) Young Hova – holla! (Okay) G'yeah [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I got the fifth, niggas You'll have to pick niggas off of the ground When I pick niggas off with the pound Go get your clique, nigga This nigga's running with clowns I'm a rich nigga, I'll get you clipped at cost right now Niggas forget niggas, soon as your coffin off in the ground Family man, look at your kids – orphans now Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now Taking all that's supporting 'em now – down to your bitch Nigga, you're sick Fronting like you tougher than what you are 'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car ("Hello") Using my name in vain like I won't damage the bol Think niggas was shooting your fat ass out of cannons before?! (I'm that nigga) Niggas is pompous, first they in Evil Knievel jumpers Then they turning over Rovers, like they want it with Hova It ain't about Rich and Po, nigga – it's about rich and po' Understand, I'm here to get this dough It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem No more than it's about fame or stardom It's about me being on blocks you barred from (Reppin') I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other rappers names So other motherfuckers can watch 'em It's as simple 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 (G'yeah) R-O-C – mind right, bitch! [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, we ready for y'all I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, better study your forms I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, we ready for y'all I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, better study your forms [Verse 2: H. Money Bags] If it's war with my dogs, it's war with H.  Act pumped and get left with a sawed-off face Respect Carter, respect the Roc Or respect the shots – 21, thrown out the Heckler and Koch The Co-D's, no respect for the cops Even if they park right next to the spot, we still setting up shop I got my mind and my cash right A bad wife, gripping a bag tight, while y'all living the 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 Dough in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now, nigga I don't rap for pleasure, I rap for cheddar Guns – clap for treasure, straight like that, forever H., Bleek, and Jay on a track together?! It's a wrap for y'all, dog, we ready for war [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, we ready for y'all I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, better study your forms I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, we ready for y'all I got my mind right, money right (G'yeah) Ready for war (Uh-huh) Nigga, better study your forms [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] I keep the gun tucked, nigga Which one of ya'll tough? Which one of ya'll 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?!) 'Cause 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, simply sweet I let the fifth spit, without the red dot I point and pop, pop, pop – you drop I got my mind right, money right – ready for war For that dough, Bleek bustin' that four This how real we get Deep in the streets, kid The R-O-C exclusive remix, motherfucker! [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] I got my mind right, money right – and this nine right here Who want to war? Nigga, I'm right here Get mine 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 Buckshot! Hot lead at your head Bust shots – dot, red at your head Sit you niggas in a permanent chair Give you niggas permanent stares Shut down the party with the cut-down shottie Make doctor, uh, cut down your body Keep a hammer, fuck a strong arm robbery I blast – I push the gas on the raw part jawnny I'm fast – stay on the road, so the law can't find me In some quiet town, tying it down That's right, Mack still supplying it now By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right, nigga!