Mind of a Menace - VonOff1700

(D-D-DJ FMCT)

Alright, come on

Long live the guys, nigga, free Famous, nigga, free Morrie, nigga, free, Three, nigga

Forever tossin' for the gang

Long live Mook Money and Mike, you diss on them, you gon' lose your life

You know that (Alright)

This just a mind of a menace

Don't wanna die, mind your business

The opps outside, so I'm back spinnin'

And I'm gettin' tired of the trenches

And I ain't cried in a minute

Mook Money died, hurt my feelings

It's time to slide, show me you with it

Stand over him, make sure he finished (You finished)

He was cappin', we caught him in traffic and clapped him (Come here), put bullets all in his fitted (Rrah, rrah)

You get caught, just shut your mouth, whatever they say you did, you didn't (You didn't)

Put that Drac' all to his stomach, that's why he stand up when he shittin' (His bitch ass)

Never gon' run, trust my gun, I'll never put trust in these bitches

My niggas shoot shit, Cole Bennett

What the block the opps on? We gon' spin it

She gon' fuck off just my pendant

We want your car, Lil Three gon' kit you

Took L after L, even up in jail, never thought about quittin'

Say he got a problem with the gang, find where he hang and have Backend fix it

Long live the guys, that's who I'm missin'

Swing my door, I got me a victim (Come here)

Come here, where you goin'? We bail out and get him (Come here)

Had switches and Dracs, all of 'em hit him

Why he got that gun? It don't even fit him (His bitch ass)

He claimed that body and ain't even kill him (The fuck?)

Don't hang with the opps, you gon' die if you with 'em

Nineteen hundred on a pair of denims

This just a mind of a menace

Don't wanna die, mind your business

The opps outside, so I'm back spinnin'

And I'm gettin' tired of the trenches

And I ain't cried in a minute

Mook Money died, hurt my feelings

It's time to slide, show me you with it

Stand over him, make sure he finished (His dead ass)

He was cappin', we caught him in traffic and clapped him, put bullets all in his fitted

You get caught, just shut your mouth, whatever they say you did, you didn't (You didn't)

Put that Drac' all to his stomach, that's why he stand up when he shittin' (His bitch ass)

Never gon' run, trust my gun, I'll never put trust in these bitches