Name: Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)
Duration: 5 min 12 s
Description: Слушайте песню Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman) - 2Pac онлайн с альбома All Eyez On Me в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:12. Год выхода - 1996

All Eyez On Me

2Pac

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Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

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Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support

And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though

With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain

When I penetrate, it's been withstandin' faded

My intention to ride, every time all night

I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar

For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day

In and out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies

So mandatory, my elevation, my lyrics like orientation

So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin'

We must be based on nothin' better than communication

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations

No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shakin'

I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic

Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

You swear the bitch was planted, my lyrics motivate the planet

It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet

Who's in control? I'm acvtivatin' yo souls

You know, the way the games get controlled

Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote

'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays

Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs

Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bombay

Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmy

As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'

Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain

Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'

You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

Ya whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes

I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator

I rock from here to there, to Philly and back

To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps

As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact

Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

Like Hitler, stickin' up wit German The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

Will be back after this message don't touch tha dial

Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan

Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

Head banger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass

Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin' tha criminal tactics

Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splited

Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

To get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not

Hold ya nose and blow out 'til ya ears pop

Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it

I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place

Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked

Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly

Слушайте песню Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman) - 2Pac онлайн с альбома All Eyez On Me в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 5:12. Год выхода - 1996

Got My Mind Made Up (ft. Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

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