Ya, the Minds in this motherfucker (Two Thousand Thugs). Kaymont from ThugLine doin the damn thing (TL, we up in here) uh.
-Poetic Mind-
Hey yo, the game of the Minds be like dozens, drop dimes/ Keepin it thuggin like Biggie motherfucker, 2 glock nines/ If you want it, bring it load it, live it if you wanna stay up in it/ Give it what you got, branish glocks if you hot boy, keep it on a gangsta level/ Fuck it polish all your metal, when you think you grown blow the spot, it ain't blown/ Always on, if you wanna test the known by the way its done/ Hoe you hate, four plus four don't equal eight/ Don't debate its shots up in your chest plate, motherfuckers gravitate/ Don't ever make a threat against the Minds or The Line/ Or its yellow tapes and crimes body bags gon make you cry/ Desert Eagles make you die, fuck the phonies cause they lie/ Gettin high makes you wise, come on dawg you full of shit/ And your hoe don't love this dick, you better tell that bitch to spit/ Cause she seemin like she likes it microphones have been ignited/ Write it, read it, qoute it, light it/ Poetic Minded stand aside, right
-Poetic Mind-(Chick)-Chorus-
(It's a game that a thug play) Roll dice and smoke trees, spittin game keepin these hoes up on they knees/ (This war is a gun play) Brang clips and mad nines, hittin cats if they cross Minds/ (These are the words that I must say) Spit words and speak truth, be real if you want, don't real to be with you/ (Thats a game that thug play) Roll dice and pack heat, mind games livin this thug up on the street
-Devious Mind-
(Yeah, uh) Now what the fuck, these niggas thinkin that Devious Mind ain't up in this thing/ When I be pullin the triggas they fillin these niggas with holes like Max Payne/ I'm playin game and this is strictly for your mind/ You niggas and bitches ain't shit unless you can stand the test of time/ Now watch me enter your body, climb up your spine and impartical your mind and import the shit I need it to get started/ Now what may take a few seconds to change your brain waves direction without a trace for detection/ And as I exit this mission, I finalize the transitions/ So that I talk and you listen or else I'm pullin this Smithin, but you don't want that/ Its goin accordin to plan, you love my name I'm fallin for game in the very position you stand/ Now whos the man? Don't even have to think, you can't bring it down to one if its three liters in the ranks nigga/ Its a shame, you fall into my trap, so look at my eyes and feel the vibe/ The day you remember that, remember that
-Chorus-
-Kaymont-
I stayed military minded with my mind on retribution/ Keep some heat in the stash incase some niggas start to shootin'/ Tie the key to myself/ Better bring the drama to ya hit you twice in the face and throw my gun up in the sewer/ My man just got hit up, a old friend from the block with 2 bricks on '95 with a state troopers glock/ Thinkin about plottin' on K-Mont/ So what the fuck is stoppin' ya? Ya'll gon' make me wil' out like the Trenchcoat Mafia/ It ain't where you at or where you at, it's where you goin'/ Most ya'll dead already but ain't knowin'/ Don't let me find you coked up countin' your money and high/ I'm a hit ya girl off and use her as a alibi/ I came along way from strugglin' to gettin' paid/ When I was packin' a duece duece yall niggas was spittin razor blades/ Well fuck that/ We gon talk about what's now/ You fuck with ThugLine and your body gon' be found