Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Military Minds lyrics

rate me

Feat. 2Pac, Notorious BIG and Diddy

Intro:

One, one two

Check me out right here yo

[Verse 1: The Notorious BIG]

In the commision, you ask for permission to hit em

He don't like me, him and wild wifey was wit em

You heard of us, the murderers, most shady

Been on the low lately, the feds hate me

The son of satan, they say my killins too blatant

You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin

Duct tapin, your fam destiny

Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist

Francis, m to the iz-h phenomenal

Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars

And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes

Excellence is my presence, never tense

Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick

Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like mike

Anyone -- tyson, jordan, jackson

Action, pack guns, ridiculous

And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch

Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch

Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso

Now you call me castro, my rap flows

Militant, yall faggots ain't killin shit

Ooops cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes

You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone

Hold hands and say it like me

The most shady, frankie baby, fantastic

Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic

Park did quick to spark kids who start shit

See me, only me

The underboss of this holocaust

Truly yours, frank white

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back

To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?

Where my niggaz is at? [2x]

Where the fuck my bitches at?

Where my bitches is at?

[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 2: Tupac Shakur]

Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme [echo]

Introduce a drug called crack

To us ghetto teens [echo]

Got a law for raw niggas now

Playa what it be like? [echo]

When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]

Can't seem to focus

Hopeless

With violent thoughts

I wrote this

Got these devils petrified

Hiding from my hocus pocus

And so I learned to earn my currency

And over time [echo]

Affiliated

Clearly click a military mind [echo]

May god forgive us

Though we dwell inside a paradox

Thugged out and drug dealing

From the womb to the block [echo]

My live mind got me surviving 5 shots [echo]

My 45 got me fortified with live rounds

When shit stick

We plot hits

When our block spits

All hail

Out on bail

Wrath of 2pacalypse [echo]

Forever ghetto

Necessary picture food stamps

Outlaw thug niggas

Never left the boot camp

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

We got the real live shit from front to back

To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?

Where my niggaz is at? [2x]

Where the fuck my bitches at?

Where my bitches is at?

[repeat all 2x]

[Verse 3: Diddy]

Put your money on the table and get your math on

Break it down, split it up, get your laugh on

See you later dog, I'ma get my stash on

there's a bed full of money that I get my ass on

I never lose the passion to go platinum

Said I'd live it up til all the cash gone

ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it

To make classics, hotter than acid

P-d, rollin on your tape or cd

The girl-boy killa, no team illa

The fam-o, ammo, is every channel

We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle

What you can do is check your distribution

My songs bump in houston like scarface produced em

You ain't gotta like me, you just mad

Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be

[Verse 4: The Notorious BIG]

We got the shit, mac tight, brass knuckles and flashlights

The heaters in the two-seaters, with two midas

Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us

P-diddy run the city, show no pity

I'm the witty one, franks the crook from the brook

Matty broke the neck of your coke connect

No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish

Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish

Venice took the loot, escaped, in the coupe

Break bread, with the kiss, peniro, sheek louch

Black rob joined the mob, it ain't no replacin him

Niggaz step up, with just mase and em

Placin them in funerals, criminals turned aroused

The brick city, nobody come off like p-diddy

Business wise, I play men

Hide money on the island cayman, yall just betray men

You screamin, I position, competition

Nother day in the life of the commission

[Chorus fades out]

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