My Mind Ain't Right

Whats up man? Back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine No brain - nigga it ain't no thang to Run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who Wanna f**k with me - the psycho of the city I spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties And it ain't pretty - the Sacramento Frank Nitty The black version - all you heard is the Mac burstin' [Chorus] My mind ain't right - I got personal issues Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues My mind ain't right - I got personal issues Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery Six minutes to get in and out - play time Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin' [Verse 2] See somethin' ain't right - I'mma need some prozac nigga Mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga Smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor Put your brains on a plate for dinner - like Dr. Lector Red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut Squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff Drippin' into your living room - Im dippin' through your stash Wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your a*s Don't make me take it out on your family - f**k your thug homies Who mug on me - I plug homies with slugs homie Thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me All you know is I drink O-E - thats from the songs nigga You f**kin' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up Like car paint - O-E and weed - is how my breath stank Spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank Thats the only reason what you niggaz think - I got problems [Chorus] My mind ain't right - I got personal issues Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues My mind ain't right - I got personal issues Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery Six minutes to get in and out - play time Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin' (shhhhh) [Verse 3] Post your comments here - on my motherf**kin' nutsack So f**k that nigga - I put his guts in a black sack And in the back of the black S-U - ever since I was a test tube baby I been sicker than Reservoir Dogs with the rabies Just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot Niggaz better pay me I don't work for free Mix the O-8 and the gin and I'm like Hercules Bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes Make you hop like - Ju Ju Bees right off the motherf**kin' canvas Its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can't stand this I deliver the rip spit shit - that get ridda bitch quick shit Hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus And I dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own shit and release my own shit And got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face Open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face [Chorus] Cause my mind ain't right - I got personal issues Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues My mind ain't right - I got personal issues Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues Cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery Six minutes to get in and out - play time Run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin' shhhh