Lloyd Banks - Mind On Murder lyrics

What up n***a? I see you, in my sweat dreams, and when I wake up I feel like sh** (Hook x2) Woke up in the morning with my mind on my murder Thinking about to get back and pushing your sh** back Woke up in the morning with my mind on my murder, mind on the 187 (Verse 1) Yeah, why d**h have to come get him? We wasn't done wit em Pinky rings made him shine when the sun hit em I got drunk with em, roll up my weed and hit the blunt with em Came up in the same slum with em, hung with em, Damm, why he ain't have his gun with em I know his personality would've done did em We cut cla** with em, shot dice and got cash with em, broke laws and hauled a** with em I'm riding dirty, Yeeah I'm illegal, swat team vest on, chrome desert eagle f** sending threats, I'll just see you when I see you My soul senile, catch you clowns on the rebound, I hate you, It's time for you to hate me now Catch a H boom somewhere and spin his V 'round You know n***as do anything to be 'round, CLICK CLACK POW, now you want with me now (Hook) (Verse 2) When I finally fall asleep, my dreams so sweet Bunch of young ignorant muthaf**as in the street Big world, a reality nobody wanna see, either you rap, shoot, ball or sell D It's hard to see tomorrow when you stuck on today, That BC bud and Hennessy will take ya troubles away, Hey! Reminiscing on the pact we had, whats mine is yours from my b**h down to a half a bag Excuse me if I come off wrong, but I wish my enemies harm You can slip away nice and calm, right in your baby mom arms Man, call Al Sharpton get a lil press, try to figure out what happened to that boy chest The hood is a mess, n***a should've had his vest, besides through his d**h I can get a lil rest I'm angry and I.. (Hook) (Verse 3) I wake up out of cold sweats, my eyes red and my clothes wet There's enemies still breathing, I can't go yet How I'mma look your mama in the face and tell her, it was just the wrong time right place Let her, know she got someone she can call on, we talked about making a dig but now that's all gone We go back soo long, came up so fast, not thinking about the future, just tonight's block bash Until the day I end up dead, I'mma give em hell down here I bring my thing everywhere, I come from where n***as dont care Southside Jamaica, Its a do or die thing, police ain't refereeing you in our ring I hope wherever you are you're living like a king, motherf** a car, a broad or the bling I miss you and I... (Hook)