8ball & Mjg - All In My Mind lyrics

[Thorough:] 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 f** with... [Mr. Mike:] fu*k nobody safe when I see demons in tha mirror Wicked as f** feeling like a Murder & k**a 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 ni**a ni**a 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 n***as must come wicked We done heard of wayz... [8Ball:] I see one, two, n***as 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 sh** the recalled Everlasting, blasting, n***as running fast when Buckin gott'em ducking Putting s**a'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 (n***a) 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 sh** 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 b**h 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?... [Mr. Mike:] Spill 9's like fluid, do it like some G's They know me from Columbian streets to Portugeese (n***a how you figga) I got mo scratch than flea's I got mo gat's than these High powered sour n***a'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 [Thorough:] I had a cracker on my scope and my finger still itchin Visions of k**ing 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 n***a'z taking shots and the same n***a'z getting hit Spit the gift and got fam like Gotti Hittin her like hobbies k**in everybody Let my head grip the bed and I check the time It's all a dream, I seen in my f**in mind... [MJG:] 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 a** bikini tini Tiny as a Barbie Doll summer set She all up in my house and I still ain't hit that p**y yet I gives props to my butler, cause he know That I know on the downlow he's a chiefin muthaf**a 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...