If I've learned anything from what we've done Love is never easy when it's given just by one I'm just a picture in your mind Picture in your mind
to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money power respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out as a hero Picture mural pictures
that in verse Open your mind you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it, I'm your mother
Rocking Louie and MC'ing Guess I'm closed (clothes) minded Obama suite, you one below, up in the Joe Biden I'm in your city just chillin', where are your
Idabi, don't lie to me You want me in your needle Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch I excite your brain till I'm out of your system Be
lost your mind Thinking you can off my shine I don't know 'bout you but I'm doing it for the Q Wood brand new, size 22 shoe Use your money, don't let your
zoop Zoop zoop zoop zoop zoop You can find me, same city, same state Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more bait More license plates than your DMV Takin' more total request than your
starve and do without stay about your paper route get yo cash ya Capable. Stay about your paper route (Niggas!) Ya Capable Stay about your paper
mamma, jamma with a big behind So bring that thang up for me one more time And shake it like a salt shaker (Shake it like a salt shaker) Girl work your mind
them don't even know what grime is, it's timing Even though I blew quicker than your average I came through slicker than your average 'Cause yeah, I'm not your
loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread
in my kidneys, weed in my lungs Trigger on my index finger, handle in my palm is ringin my animal alarm My mind is on Hannibal Lec', demand the respect I'm takin your
mornin' with a new state of mind A creative way to rhyme without usin' nines an' guns Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God An' keep your
shed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, bite bombs dynamite lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah It's scary aint it? Picture
putting Nair in your leave in hair conditioner Now you Hari Krishna to my listeners in this rhyme You will find psychotic scriptures saying It's something disrupting my mind Tech Nine your mind
, know I'm about to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claiming victory Get you out the White House, so back to your
2x} Third verse: {tec-9} Criminal minded you been defined As the fakest motherfucker in the down south area I think your goin' through a phaze What made ya, turn around and talk shit Your
old forgotten bread In a cage on the dresser there's a parrot that talks But her name over and over is all that it says Turn your back to the sun You
