Fat Joe - My Conscience lyrics

I don't give a f**...no I don't give a f**...no Sex-money-murder we call this the hit em' up flow Barely fifteen got my first triple beam Tryna get with Fat Cat and Pappy to do my thing I'm jus a kid with ambitions and visions of gettin' cream Ronald Reagan told me "yo Joey jus do ya thing" Now I'm lookin back man I ain't have no conscience Slap a n***a silly 'til them n***az fell unconscience Speakin' of my conscience Now it would be f**in' with me so called activist tryna diss me publicly And they don't even kno' where my heart at heart at and I don't even know where to start at start at But this ya conscience speakin' no time for cryin' and weepin' You tryna climb you reachin' up to ya prime you eatin' You ripped a rhyme last weekend you cleared a mill no cheatin' Who gives a f** wat dey speak jus keep movin' leadin' You from da place of dem heedins cops need to see dem For no reason young hustler in da streets bleedin' Moms greivin' Joe you came up from all dat f** dat you taught how to survive crack [Chorus:] My mind [x3] Is playin' tricks on me Am I dreamin' or they tryna put da fix on me Reminiscin' wen I used to have dem breaks on me My mind [x3] Is playin' tricks on me Would da critics come at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenager k**in' cops in movies promotin' graphic anger You should run for governor Republicans be lovin' yea Yea wave da confederate flag like sum southners Nah I rather b on da block like a hustler guns with da mufflaz D's put da cuffs on us hes an mc and dese streets put they trust in us Yea Joey crack but dey also put dey lust in us Dey fuss with us ain't nobzody helpin' 'em one minute Dey cheerin us next minute dey cussin us f** em [x5] Dats dat n***a b**h hoe sh** I don't even trust my conscience Says no I want to hit him with a nine Dese are sum thoughts re-occurin on my mind now [Chorus:] Is dis my conscience speakin' sounds like my mentor Yep you guessed it how else could I enter it's been a couple of years since we rocked the joint venture you ain't been callin' me lately you don't rememba sh** who you think I got my whole style from dem live shows Before da twenty thousand seat arenas, before c**aine You Scott Laroc back to back in dem Beamers I was just a youngin' on da corner I'm a slinga you was on ya album cover finger on da nina flip Da 360 man you da teacher Self destruction damn you da leader Joe let's take it back to Don Carter gena you and Big Pun Had da whole Bronx demeanor 560 gear Dat boricua pride did burners with da tats crew on da 2'5 and 5'5 Ya was with relativity I was jive all dat bull sh** you been through how you survive KRS dats why I am da greatest of all time Joe I'm da best u must be out ya f**in' mind [Chorus:]