Yea, c'mon man
I know what's goin' through your mind
Yea, I get it this mothafuckin' world
So I shot your niggas and I fucked your girl
Bitch, my hands slide smooth on the curl
And you know you can find me in the suburb
Readin' minds, yea, pullin' trigger
Nobody's ever the same after gettin' that paper, nigga
Check it, bulletproof vest on my chest
Muhfucka, you ain't hit me yet, you ain't got me yet
Tonight I'm chillin' at my spot or your girl's spot
I'm feelin' at home, it's like I'm in my own block
I'm readin' his mind
When the Sun comes up, my gun's gon' shine
I'm readin' his mind
When I fire up, yea, it's your time
I'm readin' his mind
When the Sun comes up, my gun's gon' shine
I'm readin' his mind
When I fire up, yea, it's your time
Ain't no talkin'
You fear my twenty-two and I'm noticin' a flurry
Once I done my work, nigga, my crew bury
Muhfucka, you hear my version?
This ain't goin' out on the radio, 'cause it's dirty
Every line I drop's sick, man, that's what I chalk
Degenerate minds and dope rhymes all 'round New York
Damn, you sleep dreamin' of dyin'
I'm tellin' for real, nah, ain't no need to be lyin'
I'm readin' his mind
When the Sun comes up, my gun's gon' shine
I'm readin' his mind
When I fire up, yea, it's your time
I'm readin' his mind
When the Sun comes up, my gun's gon' shine
I'm readin' his mind
When I fire up, yea, it's your time
C'mon
I get ya way, man
Biggie Down readin' minds
Brooklyn
I'm comin' for real now
