50 Cent - Mind's Playing Tricks (performed by Tony Yayo) Lyrics

Mm, yeah, uh

Mind playing tricks on me man

It's a regular day and a regular routine

'Til I hear this tragic news from about two fiends

Your man 50 just got popped 9 times

And I heard through the grapevines it's all 'cause he rhymes

In front of his grandma, I'm standing on the lawn

Wearing no Teflon, I wonder if he gone

I know in my heart I wanna cry

Having thoughts in my mind is my man gon' die?

As I frantically run towards 50 spot

I panicky peep like fifty cops

It was blue and whites, DTs and homicide

With yellow tape locked off on both sides

With four-fifth shells on the floor

And DTs ringing doorbells, going door to door

Yo I'm stressed out, smoking bogie after bogie

Ducking the sarge 'cause the sarge fuckin' know me

I jumped in Jeep truck and got a mac to spit

And we did about a buck 'cause Mary Mack I lit

At the time, I started thinking back some shit

How we used to sling crack and stack our chips

With Kev, P-Low, Big Jewel the Kid

And my man 50 used to smack a bitch

And the good and the bad on the 1-3-4

And them hoes that we had on the Cash Money tour

Now I'm at the hospital, stop daydreaming

All I see is 5-5-1 and there's beefing

Baby moms is screaming, whole family grieving

But the word is that my man's still breathing

I dropped to my knees and I thanked the Lord

And got a long shit list all across the board