DJ Premier - My Thoughts lyrics

[Verse 1] Same n***as that rocked with Bump from the giddiyup Same n***as who helped to tear New York City up Yeah, I'm pretty witty with it Zab Judah pretty with it You win some you lose, some still f**ing gritty with it Mouth is a chick's favorite, they wanna put a titty in it I was a bad boy, dawg, way before Diddy did it Ever had a bid he did it, if Buffy wants a baby with a boss Tell that big bu*t b**h to come get it, I'm with it Hot verse I spit it, chronicles like Riddick I could have f**ed your girl, dawg, she was on my didick New red yankee fitted, fresh blunt nail split it Lay it in, roll it up, lick it one time, hit it sh** y'all n***as beefing 'bout, I ain't really down with it Half of ya n***as switch hittes anyway, admit it Keep a rach 2 cliddips, I ain't tryna blow you up I'm a guarantee FedEx shot, dawg,you will get it [Hook] My thoughts, these are my thoughts These are my thoughts These are my thoughts [Verse 2] Y'all salute the OG, know that I'm a boss, dawg Got paper call shots in my time like I'm boss hogg Plus I got the Rosco P Co Sixten shots to your melon pieace, duke you're finito Tried to do it legal, paper didn't add up equal To the work I was doing for white people Sorry for the shout out, don't mean to be deceitful Crackers got this game locked better than we do Sacrifice their young to get the legal tender First time offender, now they understand us You riding with the black boys now,, dawg, stand up Turn your microphone and your band up and man up Now we put that work in, knew from a fetus they would need us But we in a jail cell where they keep us And hardly feed us When n***as either ride with the Bloods, m**ms or call on Jesus [Hook] [Verse 3] Bring the guns and the goons, black Primo and the boom bap The 48 hot f**ing bars to bring your room back Dawg, you're a opener, Bumpy, I'm a closer I spit like I'm high of kush when I be sober And when my show is over I growl for the cameras Cause I know I'mma collect my money with a hammer So y'all be into glamor and I be into duckings Your gun is for show, mines is to buck it, so f** it, run your mouth and catch it like the common cold I snatch gold and fatten up the bank roll I put my n***as right to work when they make parole My n***as eat before their freedom, it's a day old We set up on your block and divi the bank roll Or pull them ezpa** blasters, you pay tolls Connects they blaming you, so you gotta pay it Respect the game and the rules and how we play it Say it [Hook]