All in My Mind

First Verse: (Thorough) They told me to come clever, whatever It dont 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 pimpish 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 fuck with... (Mr. Mike) FUCK nobody safe when I see demons in tha mirror Wicked as fuck feeling like a murderin Killa 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 bullet proof vest and combat boots It's NIGGA NIGGA DAY!!! And this time we gon bomb on you Baby blue disguise that's wise Made me lose my 9-5 got myself a 4-5 I'm Aimless spraying not playing with their vertebrates These the Murda Dayz So many niggas must come wicked In unheard of wayz... (Eightball) I see one, two, Niggas 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 shit they recall Everlasting, blasting, niggas running fast when Buckin got em ducking Putting sucka's in the past tense I be the holder of the gat therefore I shall not run A psychic couldn't see such a future for my mama's son (Nigga) 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 shit out of Paul Bunyan Fightin, Clash of the Titans on your dial I'm gettin blitzed stickin on Medusa doggystyle Word G, you heard me The wicked bitch served me Now I'm playing soccer, gotta kick her to da curb G But she's not with it, put a spell on the fat Mack I hate stankin ho's but I can't help but to go back I sound like a fiend, every time 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 Portuguese (nigga how u figga) I got mo scratch than fleas I got mo gats than these High powered sour niggas Steady slangin crack to fiends At ease, take a look at some black Gs 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 the cracker on my scope and my finger still itchin (What) Visions of killing and then the strap starts spittin, hittin The prez, plottin payback on the devil A rebel and a mason is what yall snakes facing Chasing traitors with my data cause a hater should be caught And peep game when it's being taught, or to picture this of us lyricists Seeing niggas taking shots and the same niggas getting hit Spit the gift and got fam like Gotti Hittin her like hobbies Killin everybody Let my head grip the bed and I check the time It's all a dream, I seen in my fuckin mind..... (MJG) 280 pounds of hay, every damn day I gotta test start 25 lighters on my dressa' , yes sir Breakfast being served by a ho that look like Jeannie She address my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini Tiny as a Barbie Doll summer set She all up in my house and I still ain't hit that pussy yet I gives props to my butler, cause he know That I know on the down low he's a chiefin muthafucka for ya Now as I flips through the calendar I spots a winner It supposed to be 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 The playas with the limp to make a song called We Are The Pimps I calls Ball, Ball calls the crew We met up at the Penthouse, and Paris round 2 Do, you know the code to the fence, if u don't Then move on cause u 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!