[Lyric] Mind On Murder (Lloyd Banks)

[Intro]
What up nigga?
I see you
In my sweat dreams
And when I wake up, I feel like shit

[Hook]
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187

[Verse 1]
Why death have to come get him? (why?)
We wasn't done with him
Pinky rings made him shine when the sun hit him
I got drunk with him, roll up my weed and hit the blunt with him
Came up in the same slum with him, hung with him
Damm, why he ain't have his gun with him
I know his personality would've done did them
We cut class with him, shot dice and got cash with him
Broke laws and hauled ass with him
I'm riding dirty, yeah I'm illegal
Swat team vest on, chrome desert eagle
Fuck sending threats, I'll just see you when I see you
My soul senile, catch you clowns on the rebound
I hate you... It's time for you to hate me now
Catch your ace-boon somewhere and spin his V 'round
You know niggas do anything to be 'round
Click Clack Pow! You mourn with me now
[Hook]
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187

[Verse 2]
When I finally fall asleep, my dreams so sweet
Bunch of young ignorant motherfuckers in the street
Big world, full of reality nobody wanna see
Either you rap, shoot, ball or sell D
It's hard to see tomorrow when you stuck on today
That BC bud and Hennessy will take ya troubles away (hey!)
Reminiscing on the pact we had
What's mine is yours, from my bitch down to a half a bag
Excuse me if I come off wrong
But I wish my enemies harm
You can slip away nice and calm
Right in your baby mom's arms
Man, call Al Sharpton, get a little press
Try to figure out what happened to that boy's chest
The hood is a mess, nigga should've had his vest
Besides through his death, I can get a little rest
I'm angry and I...
[Hook]
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187

(Verse 3)
I wake up out of cold sweats, my eyes red and my clothes wet
There's enemies still breathing, I can't go yet
How I'ma look your mama in the face and tell her?
"It was just the wrong time, right place"
Let her, know she got someone that she can call on
We talked about making a dig, now that's all gone
We go back so long, came up so fast
Not thinking about the future, just tonight's block bash
Until the day I end up dead
I'ma give em hell down here
I bring my thing everywhere
I come from where niggas don't care
In Southside Jamaica, It's a do or die thing
Police ain't refereeing, you in our ring
I hope wherever you are you're living like a king
Motherfuck a car, a broad, or the bling
I miss you and I...

[Hook] (x2)
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Thinking about the get back, and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on the murder
Mind on the 187