[Intro: Jeru the Damaja]
My— My— My— My mind spray
My— My— My mind spray
My— My— My— My— My—
My— My— My— My— My mind spray
[Verse 1: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice like "Jeez!"
I'm plotting on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that psychotherapy
You bugging, where the couch at? Wu 'til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing nice in Nеw York
Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk
Don't mean nothing when you'rе up North
So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom
You know that saying, "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em," and push your way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants sagging, pull your waist up
Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool
You're like "Dude, I don't like your fucking attitude"
Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you (Yo, yo)
My— My— My— My mind spray
My— My— My mind spray
My— My— My— My— My—
My— My— My— My— My mind spray
[Verse 1: Method Man & Ghostface Killah]
Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice like "Jeez!"
I'm plotting on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that psychotherapy
You bugging, where the couch at? Wu 'til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing nice in Nеw York
Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk
Don't mean nothing when you'rе up North
So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom
You know that saying, "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em," and push your way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants sagging, pull your waist up
Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool
You're like "Dude, I don't like your fucking attitude"
Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you (Yo, yo)
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