Juicy J – Mind Yo Business Lyrics

Mind Yo Business Lyrics – Juicy J

(Chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin’ pump
Project with the fuckin’ pump, project with the fuckin’ pump)
Mind your business, bitch
(Chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin’ pump
Project with the fuckin’ pump, project with the fuckin’ pump
Damn, I’m going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin’ in my hand)
Mind your business, bitch

[?] in the streets all I see is murder when I close my eyes
I see the dead, martians all in my head, all of my vision is red
The reaper in Gucci and Louis be telling me fuck all these niggas who hating and plottin’
‘Cause I’m ’bout to take ’em to hell
And on my way no one is living to tell
S on my chest when I’m fucking my bitch
Check on my kids when I’m drippin’ like this
Roll me a eight with some moon rocks in it
Glass [?] smoothness in it
Smoking weed to the dome, sleep with my chrome
The devil won’t leave me alone
His body stay droppin’ [?], it’s like the Night of the Living Dead
Demon time, go to bed
Niggas shot up by the opps
His body walk to the feds, the snitch talk to the dead
Niggas ain’t praying to God
Niggas is praying for another day
Niggas is plotting and coming for bread
Eating food off your dinner plate just to laugh in your fuckin’ face
Lost some real homies, whole lot of kids with no dad
I done sacrificed so many bags
Pandemic buried homies in a mask
Shit, I hunt you where you from ’cause it’s nightmares in the mud
If it’s Freddy or it’s Jason, ain’t no one surviving in my hood
From North Memphis, either blood or business
Ain’t no time for feelings
Niggas test you, police rush you
Bitches stretch you for your goods
Niggas see you off the block, everybody want a shot
Had to hustle out the trunk to get everything I got
Make me wanna hollar (Ahh)
Way too much blood in the water
You get [?] and hung
Mafia for life, [?] niggas to do right
Triple 6 gon’ [?] your ass, bitch
Ain’t no witnesses, mind your business, bitch

Mind your business, bitch
Mind your business, bitch