My Mind Ain't Right

Brotha Lynch Hung

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    Whats up man?

    (Lynch) Whats that?

    Its that prozac

    (Lynch) How many - how many milligrams is that?

    Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys

    (Lynch) Let me get some of that. I NEED it

    Hahaha... Shit. What the fucks wrong with you boy. Whats up..

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    [Chorus]
    See - my mind ain't right - I got personal issues
    Bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
    Cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
    With flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery

    [Verse 1]
    Last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
    Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
    I'm goin' in - here I go again
    Back to fuckin' with that O-8 English mixed with gin
    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 fuck 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 ass
    Don't make me take it out on your family - fuck 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 fuckin' 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 motherfuckin' nutsack
    So fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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'

    shhhhh

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