All in My Mind

They told me to come clever, whatever

It don't make, it's on you

So I be who I be, and do what I gotta do

I'm one of the few, the proud and the pimpest

In this business I be the swiftest when I kick this

As if you didn't know it's Thorough from that Suave Camp

Best Vemp chimped, or get licked like a mail stamp

Amps and beats, technics is what I come with

Gangsta's and pimps and balla's is who I fuck with...

FUCK nobody safe when I see demons in tha mirror

Wicked as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa

Witness I'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran

NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this Glock hit the proper spot

Blocks on phones, they won't leave they homes, peeping through cracks

Cause blacks be coming back with all that past crap

Strap on your bullit proof vest and combat boots

It's NIGGA NIGGA DAY!!

And this time we go come on you

Baby blue disguise that's wise

Made me loose my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 im

Aimless spraying not playing with their vertabrates

These the Murda Dayz

So many niggas must come wicked

We done heard of wayz...

I see one, two, Niggas actin live

3 seconds past before I blast with my 4-5

6 shots, 7 cops, just to take 8ball

9 witnesses reported all the shit the recalled

Everlasting, blasting, niggas running fast when

Buckin gott'em ducking

Putting sucka's in the past tense

I be the holder of the gat therefore it shall not run

A psychic couldn't see such a feature for my momma's son

(Nigga) Breath taker, the overweight trouble maker

Fake trick breaker, Tennessee earthquaker

Shaking grounds when I'm walking smoking fat onion

I get lit, and beat the shit out of Paul Bunyon

Fightin, Clash of the Titans on your dial

I'm gettin blitzed stickin on medusa doggystyle

Word G, you heard me

The wicked bitch served

Now I'm playing soccer, gotta kick'em to da curb G

But she's not with it, put a spell on the fat mack

I hate stikin ho's but I can't help but to go back

I sound like a fiend, everytime is the last time

Could this be reality or all in my mind?...

Spill 9's like fluid, do it like some G's

They know me from Columbian streets to Portugeese

(nigga how you figga)

I got mo scratch than flea's

I got mo gat's than these

High powered sour nigga's

Steady slangin crack to fiend's

At ease, take a look at some black G's

Scopin the president, takin over residents like black kings

Stack G's with phat key's

Rats ease on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

I had a cracker on my scope and my finger still itchin

Visions of killing and then the strap start spittin, hittin

The prez, plottin payback on the devil

A rebel and a mason is what yall snakes facing

Chasing traders with my data cause I hata should be corpe

And peep game when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists

Seeing nigga'z taking shots and the same nigga'z getting hit

Spit the gift and got fam like Gotti

Hittin her like hobbies

Killin everybody

Let my head grip the bed and I check the time

It's all a dream, I seen in my fuckin mind...

280 pounds of hay, every damn day I gotta test a

25 lighters on my dressa', yes ah

Breakfast being served by a ho that look like Genie

She press my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini

Tiny as a Barbie Doll summer set

She all up in my house and I still ain't hit that pussy yet

I gives props to my butler, cause he know

That I know on the downlow he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya

Now as I flips through the calendar I spots the winter

If it ain't 3 mo freaky hoes wanna have dinner

But I can't do it cause my schedule just to tight

I just phoned, Quincy Jones said he needs my help tonight

He wanted me to pick the strong from the wimps

Them playa's with the limps to make a song called We Are The Pimps

I call's Ball, Ball calls the crew

We met up at the Penthouse, and Paris Round 2

Do, you know the code to the fence, if you don't

Then move on cause you ain't got no home in this residence

It's evident that I'm daydreaming high

All the time ever last line ALL IN MY MIND...