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Monday, November 22, 2010

2Pac - Military Minds Lyrics ft. Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy


2Pac, Busta Rhymes, Notorious BIG, Diddy - Military Minds

One, one two
Check me out right here yo

[Verse 1: The Notorious BIG]

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *satan*, they say my killins too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, m to the iz-h phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike
Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, frank white

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 2: Tupac Shakur]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]
Introduce a drug called crack
To us ghetto teens [echo]
Got a law for raw niggas now
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
With violent thoughts
I wrote this
Got these devils petrified
Hiding from my hocus pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency
And over time [echo]
Clearly click a military mind [echo]
May god forgive us
Though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealing
From the womb to the block [echo]
My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo]
Forever ghetto
Necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw thug niggas
Never left the boot camp

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? [2x]
Where the fuck my bitches at?
Where my bitches is at?
[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 3: puff daddy]

Put your money on the table and get your math on
Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later dog, I'ma get my stash on
there's a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I never lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone
ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-d, rollin on your tape or cd
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be

[Verse 4: The Notorious BIG]

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, franks the crook from the brook
Matty broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe
Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch
Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, with just mase and em
Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused
The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men
You screamin, I position, competition
Nother day in the life of the commission

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