MASTAMIND

MASTAMIND - Detroit lyrics

I wanna know.....who the fuck down wit me?

I wanna know.....unh

I wanna know.....

[First Verse:]

Would you ride with me, even though it's suicide?

Only deal with the real, can't get with them true lies

Tellin' tall tales to your home boys and them

Chances of me believin' you, boy is slim

Can't trust words with no wisdom

Fuck him!

If you drownin' out here, must not be doin' too much to swim

Bein' down and out is like water in your lungs

Game over, time's up, out of order son

Only greedy muthafuckas get the World

I done devised a plan so tough, my shit's thorough

Only playa muthafuckas get the girls that split the wigs

And only a Mastamind can tell you what time it is

[Chorus:]

I'm from the D-E-T, R-O-I-T

Where muthafuckas show fear, for nobody

We there, never scared, prepare, yo posse

Muthafuckas still actin' like some hoes I see

Man some of these niggas is bitches too

And some of these niggas look JUST LIKE YOU

All this madness got me sick as the flu

You could be, executed, all the shit you do

[x2]

[Second Verse:]

In the middle of the jungle with the wildlife

I'm throwin' a left blow, while duckin' a wild right

In the middle of war, never fatigue

For these, sharks, they'll spill your blood if you ever bleed

Don't be frontin' now, don't be the one eight-hundred dial

Come automatic like a hundred rounds

Only fearless muthafuckas, could look me in they eye

Only warriors survive, and the weak, get eaten alive

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

Kickin' wild by my style

Don't cut it down, do it now

I'm a statue of my body and soul, with a food dial

Control the dial, put you up on some game

Man, must I explain?

I want the World like the brain

Don't think I would digest if the city swallowed me whole

With high stakes, think about, the crap I'd unfold

To roll with the wrong clique of G's?  Nigga please

Same sucka roll around to try to get the keys

Man, how I'm gone ride with you?  Tell the truth

You jumpin' out your skin a nigga yell "Boo"

I'm laughin' at'cha

Mash ya down, the block's passin' ya

I don't need a bitch with a dick for a passenger

3-D, I'm on some parallel level

Wanna see me?   Must be a dead Devil

Only crazy muthafuckas fly blind

It ain't time to front, time to rep just like a gang sign

[Chorus]

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