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Intro 1
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[Mastamind]
Verse 1
Your mind is gone,
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your mind is blown
Whatever you been smokin
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on leave that shit alone
I tried to step to ya,
ya tried to play me off
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Every player in the world has to take a loss
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But I refure to lose, bitch I got news
You ain't who you think you
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are, you're not a star
Like Marilyn Monroe but
Marilyn Monroe was a ho
You want to be a star come
be in my ho show
I'll put you on pay roll,
put you on a night stroll
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I gotta bank roll lemme buy your soul
Call me a devilish ass nigga
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All I got is my balls and my
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as my dick gets bigger
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Bitch I'm ready for the world
Would you be my girl if I gave ya dia
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monds and pearls
You want to be all that,
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well you can be all you can be
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But you ain't shit to me, see?
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Its all in ya head
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(CHORUS)(4x) Its
Verse 2
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all in ya head, all in ya head
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Its all in ya head, in ya fucked up head
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Its
Verse 3
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all in ya H- E- A- D,
bitch you crazy
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You tried to play me like my visions hazy
You think I can't see,
but I can see right through
I'd rather fuck you, you
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and your hot booty crew
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I run through hoes and I keep goin
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I call the bitches hoes
cause they keep hoein
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A real life speaker speaks the real deal
I get real ill,
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and don't give a fuck how you feel
I call em like I see em cause duty calls
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Niggaz like me and E and
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TNT'll never pause
Its like 24, 7 one more
step away from Heaven
If I go I know,
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you know I gotta take me a ho
Welcome to the gangstas bedroom
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Do me now and not later cause
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maybe I'll be dead soon
Here and now,
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lay that ass down before I clown
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Oh please oh please,
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don't make me die with a frown
You'd rather behave yourself
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than save yourself instead
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Fuck that, I know you frontin
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ho, its all in ya head
(CHORUS)
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Verse 4
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come
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back,
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you can take that to the bank and cash it
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Don't even ask it cause you
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know I want that ass bitch
You want to play hard to get
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while I'm gettin hard
That game ain't cool,
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tell to the ref to lay the rules
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I ain't no joke I got that X Ray vision
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I can see how ya livin
Nothin but freaky deaky sneaky
peaky ways
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Natas seen my most host don't
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give real niggaz praise
We clip your wings
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and bring ya down to hell
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Some bitches fly to high time
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to shoot em out the sky
I'm that typa guy to do you with no kiss
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Your lame to my game,
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what you know about this?
Lifes a bitch and a ho then you're dead
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So when I see ya play the role
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I'mma check ya
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Its all in ya head
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(CHORUS)
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