Mind On Murder

[Intro]

What up nigga?

I see you

In my sweat dreams

And when I wake up, I feel like shit

[Hook]

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

[Verse 1]

Why death have to come get him? (why?)

We wasn't done with him

Pinky rings made him shine when the sun hit him

I got drunk with him, roll up my weed and hit the blunt with him

Came up in the same slum with him, hung with him

Damm, why he ain't have his gun with him

I know his personality would've done did them

We cut class with him, shot dice and got cash with him

Broke laws and hauled ass with him

I'm riding dirty, yeah I'm illegal

Swat team vest on, chrome desert eagle

Fuck sending threats, I'll just see you when I see you

My soul senile, catch you clowns on the rebound

I hate you... It's time for you to hate me now

Catch your ace-boon somewhere and spin his V 'round

You know niggas do anything to be 'round

Click Clack Pow! You mourn with me now

[Hook]

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

[Verse 2]

When I finally fall asleep, my dreams so sweet

Bunch of young ignorant motherfuckers in the street

Big world, full of reality nobody wanna see

Either you rap, shoot, ball or sell D

It's hard to see tomorrow when you stuck on today

That BC bud and Hennessy will take ya troubles away (hey!)

Reminiscing on the pact we had

What's mine is yours, from my bitch down to a half a bag

Excuse me if I come off wrong

But I wish my enemies harm

You can slip away nice and calm

Right in your baby mom's arms

Man, call Al Sharpton, get a little press

Try to figure out what happened to that boy's chest

The hood is a mess, nigga should've had his vest

Besides through his death, I can get a little rest

I'm angry and I...

[Hook]

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

(Verse 3)

I wake up out of cold sweats, my eyes red and my clothes wet

There's enemies still breathing, I can't go yet

How I'ma look your mama in the face and tell her?

"It was just the wrong time, right place"

Let her, know she got someone that she can call on

We talked about making a dig, now that's all gone

We go back so long, came up so fast

Not thinking about the future, just tonight's block bash

Until the day I end up dead

I'ma give em hell down here

I bring my thing everywhere

I come from where niggas don't care

In Southside Jamaica, It's a do or die thing

Police ain't refereeing, you in our ring

I hope wherever you are you're living like a king

Motherfuck a car, a broad, or the bling

I miss you and I...

[Hook] (x2)

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back

Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder

Mind on the 187