My Mind Right (Remix)

Remix

I'm sorry I ain't

I ain't get right back at'cha niggas

I've been a little busy with this dynasy shit

But uh got my mind right, money been right

I'm ready for war

Young Hovah, holla yeah

I got the fifth niggas

You have to pick niggas off of the ground

When I pick niggas off with tha pound

Go get your click nigga

This nigga running with clowns

I'm a rich nigga

I get you clipped at cost right now

Niggas forget niggas as soon as your coffen off in the ground

Family man, look at your kids orphans now

Used to just smack rappers

I'm extorting them now

Taking all that's important to them now down to your bitch

Nigga you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are

Till the gun is coming thru the drivers side of your car

Using my name in vein like I won't damage the boy

You think niggas was shooting you out of canons before (I'm that nigga)

Niggas is pompous, first they in Evil Kanevil jumpers

Than they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hovah

It's not about rich and po', nigga, it's about Richard Poe

Understand I'm here to get this dough

It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem

No more them it's about fame or stardom

It's about me being on blocks you borrowed from

I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other peoples names

So other motherfuckers can watch 'em

It's as sample as this - y'all niggas get off my dick

I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks

The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right bitch

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga, we ready for y'all

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga betta study your forms

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga, we ready for y'all

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga betta study your forms

If there's wars with my dogs, it's war with H

Act pumped and get left with a sawed off face

Respect carter, respect the R.O.C or respect the shots

Or respect the shots 21 thrown out the heckle or cock

The Co'd's no respect for the cops

Even if the park right next

To the spot we setting up shop

I got my mind and my cash right, a bad wife

Gripping a bag tight while yall living a mad life

I chase down niggas, shake down niggas

Head back to the honeycomb to break down figures

I love 38's but the trey pounds bigger

Throw in the bank, trucks the size of tanks now nigga

I don't rap for pleasure I rap for chedder

Guns clap for treasure straight like that forever

H, Bleek & Jay on a track together

It's a wrap for y'all dog

We ready for war

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga, we ready for y'all

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga betta study your forms

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga, we ready for y'all

I got my mind right, money right (yeah)

Ready for war (uh-huh)

Nigga betta study your forms

I keep the gun tucked nigga

Which one of you tough

Which one of think you can go around with the pump

My clique for real

I ain't gotta talk no more

One in the leg, bet he won't walk no more

Ladies love me, why?

Cuz I give 'em backshots

Niggas wanna throw slugs but I bust back shots

It ain't even about trying to diss these niggas

It's about these niggas ain't built for these niggas

The R.O. yeah we simply street

You niggas cotton candy you simply sweet

I let the fifth spit without the red dot

I point and pop, pop, pop and drop

I got my mind right, money right ready for war

For that doe Bleek bustin' that for

This how real we get deep in the streets kid

The R.O.C. exclusive remix motherfucker

I got my mind right, money right

And it's not right here

Who want a war?

Nigga I'm right here

Get mind right, your money light

Don't make me come out there

Snatch your whore and get it done right there

Little niggas ain't ready for war

Better get ready for bed

Buck shot land at your head

Buck shots right at your head

Sit you niggas in a permanent chair

Give you niggas permanent stares

Shut down the party with the cut down shotti

Make doctor, cut down your body

Keep a hammer fuck a strong arm robbery

I blast I push the gas on the road part Johnny

I'm fast stay on the road so the law can't find me

In some quiet town tying it down

That's right Mac still supplying it now

By the pounds, stop trying it now

I got my mind right nigga