Brotha Lynch Hung – My Mind Ain't Right lyrics

what's

up man (Lynch)?

what's that Its?

that prozac (Lynch)

How many - how many milligrams is that Shit?

five, hundred Better. watch out for these boys (Lynch)

Let me get some of that I. NEED it Hahaha

Shit... What. the fucks wrong with you boy what's. up [Chorus]..

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 [Verse

1] 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 that's 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 want
to 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' [Chorus]

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 won't 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' [Verse

2] 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 - I'm dippin' through your stash where's
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 - that's 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 that's
the only reason what you niggaz think - I got problems [Chorus]

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 won't 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)

[Verse

3] 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-you - 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 [Chorus]

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 won't 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