Minds Playing Tricks

[Tony Yayo]Mmm, yeah, uhh

Mind playing tricks on me man



It's a, regular day and a regular routine

'Til I hear this tragic news from about two fiends

Your man 50, just got popped 9 times

And I heard through the grapevines it's all cause he rhymes

In front of his grandma, I'm standin' on the lawn

Wearin' no Teflon, I wonder if he gone

I know in my heart I wanna cry

Havin' thoughts in my mind is my man gon' die?

As I frantically run towards 50 spot

I panicky peep like fifty cops

It was blue & whites, DT's and homicide

With yellow tape locked off on both sides

With four-fifth shells on the floor



And DT's ringin' doorbells, goin door to door

Yo I'm stressed out, smokin' bogie after bogie

Duckin' the sarge cause the sarge fuckin know me

I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit

And we did about a buck cause Mary Mack I lit

at the time, I started thinkin' back some shit

How we used to sling crack and stack our chips

With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid

And my man 50 used to smack a bitch

And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4

And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour

Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreamin'

All I see is 5-5-1 and there's beefin'

Baby moms is screamin', whole family grievin'

But the word is, that my man's still breathin'

I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord

And got a long shit list all across the board

Motherf... {*ends*}