Mind On Murder Lloyd Banks

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[Intro]
What up nigga?
I see you
In my sweat dreams
And when I wake up, I feel like shit

[Hook]
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187

[Verse 1]
Why death have to come get him? (why?)
We wasn't done with him
Pinky rings made him shine when the sun hit him
I got drunk with him, roll up my weed and hit the blunt with him
Came up in the same slum with him, hung with him
Damm, why he ain't have his gun with him
I know his personality would've done did them
We cut class with him, shot dice and got cash with him
Broke laws and hauled ass with him
I'm riding dirty, yeah I'm illegal
Swat team vest on, chrome desert eagle
Fuck sending threats, I'll just see you when I see you
My soul senile, catch you clowns on the rebound
I hate you... It's time for you to hate me now
Catch your ace-boon somewhere and spin his V 'round
You know niggas do anything to be 'round
Click Clack Pow! You mourn with me now