your mind from the inside out Overcoming fear that made you doubt Observing what is stored in the subconscious Trusting what you feel with your gut responses
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Transforming your mind from the inside out Overcoming fear that made you doubt Observing what is stored in the subconscious Trusting what you feel with
n-gga bigger than gorilla Cause I'm killing every n-gga that Try to be on my sh-t Better cuff your chick if you with her I can get her And she accidentally
eyes meet mine I am out of my mind- I am out of control- Full of feelings I can't define ! [Hyde] It's a sin with no name- [Lucy] Like a hand
mind, I done told these fuck niggas, so many times That I keep these bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them
the Dodies in Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic He knows, he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death,
march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes We long for freedom, for freedom You're free but in your mind
call Very few are chosen looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby, what the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? What the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? Uh, mind
see a lot of rap bitches on the menu But I collect a hundred thou at the venue And pop bottles with my team Young Money 'til the death of you I'm about
their loss Payback time, boy, life's the cost Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' death
under fallin charum leads to send up on the earth Mix things with daughters with men Since poured from birth the worth for the others Go to war with my
kids' brains, you ain't gettin' 'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal injection I'm gonna fill 'em with hard drums Big drums, bitches, hoes and death
ain't steppin'" (The mind) A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin' The mind You know what I'm sayin'? I got my jammy with
and show fangs of venom Now I've been soldier for years, representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice, left in the bowels of devil With
How many time on one album can you say you're def? "I'm bad", Yo punk, save your breath That's weak shit from a weak mind And a weak mind creates weak
G? Brothers say drop some heat T Absolutely, everything is goochie since we realized This games' the only one we got left Hip-hop's become the game of death
