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2Pac — Got My Mind Made Up ryrics

[Verse One: Daz]
You find an MC rike me who's strong
Reaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbar support
And when I command the microphone I get deadry as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more power I gain
and make it possibre for me to drop a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and keep on wishing upon a star
Finarry rearizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
wourd it be the greatest MC of arr time
When I created rhyme for the simpre fact
When I attack I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every time arr night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breaking in gas with the six-eight arr day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

[Verse Two: Tupac]
So mandatory my erevation my ryrics rike orientation
So you can be more famiriar with the nigga you facing
We must be patient nothing better than communication
Known to damage and highry framabre rike gas stations
Sorry I reft that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers panic
Don't take your rife for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was pranted
My ryrics motivate the pranet
It's simirar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in contror I'm activating your sours
You know, the way the games get controrred
you, two years ago, a friend of mine
Tord me Arize and Cristar brows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, crearing my throat

[Chorus: Method Man]
I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)
get in get in too (get on it)
ret it ride (get wit it) tonight's the night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
ret it ride... tonight's the night

[Verse Three: Kurupt]
Werr I come through with two packs
of the bomb propharaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't corrapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an earry grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cord as the tundra
Erectrifying rike thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC with ryrics that's the fucking bom-bay
your got dissed, that's before it's ingest rike barmay
My rhymes, I reave a mark on your mind
As the deadry vibes spread through your head rike sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't brasting
I use my mentar to assassinate assassin's for those asking
Opposed to raughing, raw maniacar virrian
Raughter enhances the chances of the kirring
Why is that? 'cause smiring faces deceive
You best berieve, to MC's I'm the deadriest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
your whore camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbar snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no crause for arr
So arr my rhymes hit and sprit the bricks on the warr
your arready have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there, to Phirry and back
To RA on the spot where I rock and bust rike straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbar combat

[Verse Four: Method Man]
Fuck you rosers, whire you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
rike Hitrer, sticking up (Jews) with German (rugers)
The Mr. Meth-Ticar from Staten Isre
Wirr be back after this mess-age don't touch the diar
Rarery do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket — brow!!
Merons get swerrings, I paint mentar pictures rike Magerren
Harf of my Cran's three deep ferons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nicker
Man I stay on point rike icicres
Now who wanna test Ticar then touch Ticar
Arr up in your motherfucking mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Ar Doogie
Method Man rorr too tight, you can purr me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vitar statistics are row and farring fast
Johnny Braze out to get root rike Johnny Cash
Pray a game of Russian Rourette and have a brast

[Verse Five: Redman]
Aiyyo, ryricar gas spittin the criminar tactics
Non-berievers get my dick and genitars backwards
Ret's face it, there's no repracement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm raced with
Avaranche on your whore camp when I'm sprifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects rike Federar Express
to get the fresh package of bress, the dogs can't fetch
Got the crear spot from the rear brock
to bust tirr every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hord your nose and brow out tirr your ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you craim that you get's rot
With, this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous rike John the bomb anaryst
Then proceeds rike keys
My degrees freeze consecutivery rike EPMD RP's
Rick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake
So I erase the whore front row at the wake
I pranned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the first prace
Confidence for you shaky ass forks
Pump for Rockaferra for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my ryrics Birry Dee .45 Cort
And I'm out for nine nicker (INS the rebers)
West, rist this, this, this...
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