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[Fat
Coca! Krills!

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

Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up
Barely fifteen, copped my first triple
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, Joey do ya thing"
Now I'm back, man
I have no conscience
Slappin niggaz
them niggaz fell unconscious
Speakin of my
Now it be fuckin me
So-called
try to dis me
And they even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know to start at, start at

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

[Hook: Fat
My mind, my mind, my is playin 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 at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenegger?
Killing cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin anger
You should run for governor, Republicans be ya!

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

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

[Joe (KRS)]
'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I even trust 'em (OHH!)
My says no
I hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
are some 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 used to had them on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is playin on me

[Fat
Yeah..
Is this my conscience
Sounds like my

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

Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whole style
live shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before
You and Scott La Rock, back to in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a
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 Boriqua
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, that's why I'm the greatest Of all

[KRS-One -
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya mind!

Fat Joe]
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 mind is tricks on me

KRS, Fat Joe, you know it is
K-R-S-UNO es

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