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[Fat
Coca! Krills!

uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My playin tricks, my mind playin tricks...

Uh! I don't a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we this the hit 'em up flow
Barely fifteen, my first triple bean
get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my
I'm a kid, with envisions
and of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronald Reagan me
"Yo, just do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I ain't no conscience
Slappin silly
till niggaz fell unconscious
of my conscience
Now it be with me
So-called
try to dis me
And they don't even know where my at, heart at
And I don't even know to start at, start at

But your conscience speakin
No for cryin and weepin
You to climb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you
You ripped a rhyme weekend
You a mill, no cheatin'
Who give fuck what they speakin'?
Just movin, leadin!
You the place of them heathens
Cop needs to see
for no reason,
Young hustlers in the street
Moms
Joe, you came up from all
that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

Would the critics come at you if you was Arnold
cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger
You run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya!

Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like Southerners?!
Nah! I be on the block like a hustler
Guns the mufflers
D's put the on us
He's an MC and streets put they trust in us

Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they in us
They wit us, ain't nobody helpin us!
One they cheerin us
minute they cussin us!

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I don't trust 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my mind is tricks on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

Joe]
Yeah..
Is this my conscience
like my mentor

Yup, you it!
How could I enter?
It's been a couple of years, as we rock the venture
You ain't callin me lately, you don't remember?!

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you I got my whole style from?
Them shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, cocaina
You and Scott La Rock, back to back in Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger
You was on ya album cover, finger on tha (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Self-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the leader!

Joe, take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whole demeanor!
560 gear, that pride
Did with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Relativity, I was Jive
All the you been through
How you survive?!

Joe]
Kris, why I'm the greatest Of all time

- chuckling]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You be out ya fuckin mind!

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me
In my dreamin, all try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them on me
My mind, my mind, my is playin tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
es fresco

[Fat
My mind playin tricks, my mind tricks...
BX, TS - UH!