Brotha Lynch Hung - My Mind Ain't Right lyrics

Whats up man?

Whats that?

Its that prozac

How many - how many milligrams is that?

Shit, five hundred. Better watch
Out for these boys

Let me get some of that. I NEED it

Hahaha... Shit. What the fucks wrong
With you boy. Whats up

See - my mind ain't right
- I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
Cause they won't find your body


- shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your
Spot time the robbery

Last night ran in your spot
- blinded the other three
Talkin to my A-K forty seven like cover me
I'm goin' in - here I go again
Back to fuckin' with that O-8
English mixed with gin
Back to tuckin' shit thats cold
Make things rip your chin
Crack your dome I'm takin' gold thangs
- shake mixed with cocaine
No brain - nigga it ain't no thang to
Run up on you with the rain
Leavin blood stains - who
Wanna fuck with me - the psycho of the city
I spit poison like poison boy
Back in the eighties
And it ain't pretty -
The Sacramento Frank Nitty
The black version - all you
Heard is the Mac burstin'

My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body
- shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your
Spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the
Toys - don't say nuthin'

See somethin' ain't right - I'mma
Need some prozac nigga
Mentally off balance and it shows
In my tracks nigga
Smokin' on a pack of
Cigarettes and malt liquor
Put your brains on a plate for
Dinner - like Dr. Lector
Red spot your sweats up - only
One slice and your necks cut
Squirtin' out that red stuff -
All over your dinette stuff
Drippin' into your living room -
Im dippin' through your stash
Wheres my cash - don't make me
Take it out your ass
Don't make me take it out on your
Family - fuck your thug homies
Who mug on me - I
Plug homies with slugs homie
Thought you really knew me but you
- don't even know me
All you know is I drink O-E
- thats from the songs nigga
You fuckin' with the wrong nigga
Bout to get touched up
Like car paint - O-E and weed
- is how my breath stank
Spittin' at your war tank -
For the more bank
Thats the only reason what you niggaz
Think - I got problems

My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body
- shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your
Spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the
Toys - don't say nuthin'

(shhhhh)

Post your comments here -
On my motherfuckin' nutsack
So fuck that nigga - I put
His guts in a black sack
And in the back of the black S-U -
Ever since I was a test tube baby
I been sicker than Reservoir
Dogs with the rabies
Just - smother it in gravy it'll work
For me - but you forgot
Niggaz better pay me I don't work for free
Mix the O-8 and the gin
And I'm like Hercules
Bout to - hurt your knees
With these two two-threes
Make you hop like - Ju Ju
Bees right off the motherfuckin' canvas
Its like liver and chitlins you
Niggaz can't stand this
I deliver the rip spit shit -
That get ridda bitch quick shit
Hit niggaz with tips and split
Shit in half like citrus
And I dips dips - to
The honeycomb - money gone
Now these niggaz mad 'cause I own
Shit and release my own shit
And got chrome grips and hollow tips
- pointed at your face
Open your mouth - straight -
Ointment to the face

Cause my mind ain't right -
I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
My mind ain't right - I got personal issues
Bout to drop your family off
A box of some tissues
Cause they wont find your body
- shine your lobby
With flashlights - run in your
Spot time the robbery

Six minutes to get in and out - play time
Run up in your house with the
Toys - don't say nuthin'

Shhhh