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