Put My Mind To It chords by San Quinn
Verse 1
Am
Em
D
Am
Yeah, I'm feelin' it
This shit is hot,
Steve
Vicious
Em
VMF
Production, it's
San
D
Quentin
Am
Done dealin' the building
From
San
Francisco to
San
Em
Diego
Am
We move quick like
Yayo
Em
You better not cross my path, nigga
I am
D
Am
Philmo, you know that, nigga
Em
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
Am
No case in the rise to it, no
grizzin' when I'm shootin'
Em
No waitin', I've been patient,
try to survive through it
Am
You can die crossin' me,
now hold me while I do it
Em
Put my mind to it, hard nose ride to it
Am
Location I rise to it, no
reason when I'm shootin'
Em
No waitin', I'm bein' patient,
try to survive through it
Am
You can die crossin' me,
now hold me while I do it
Em
D
Money on the line, heads politickin'
Am
I'ma get it by the millions,
keep my eyes on my riches
Em
Claim you push chickens,
D
but you never held a breast, man
Am
Bad pops, head shots,
die in your vest, man
Em
Get dough and it quickest in a hole
D
Am
When it get a brick for ten,
break it down and go get it
Em
For show minutes, kill, leave no witness
D
Am
You utilize the first,
we plead the fifth
amendment
Hustle behind,
Em
every diamond in my pendant
Am
There's bruise in the streets that I stay bendin' I kick
Em
the doors and I'm runnin' through drawers
Am
And I'm tearin' up the closet
till the safe is spotted
Em
Unlock it or I cock it, might be
forced to squeeze
Am
Fuck the complications,
give up the
Em
combination, please I'm like
Thief, game tight from the streets
Am
The work is good and the price is cheap
Em
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
Am
No occasion I rise to it, no
reason when I'm shooting
No waiting, I'm being patient,
Em
try to survive through it
Am
You can die crossing me,
now homie boy I do it
Em
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
Am
No occasion I rise to it, no
reason when I'm shooting
Em
No waiting, I'm being patient,
try to survive through it
Am
You can die crossing me,
now homie boy I do it
Em
Time ticking, guns clicking,
some do murder for hire
Am
Think you cool with a cat,
put the tool to your hat then fire
Em
Thought you was ill cause you
ran with them felons
Am
You brought the wrong guy,
five grand on your melon
Em
Ain't no tellin' who to trust,
everybody is suspicious
Am
They put your baby mama,
quit playin' with them bitches
Em
At the club, rum shakin',
D
50 miles out the city
Am
Thugs outside waitin',
passenger died with him
Em
It's the game and I know it,
murders reoccurrin'
Am
They hit her, eatin' dinner at the
mall and he's purgin'
Em
The funeral has passed,
your homies hate facin' it
Am
Say in' who did it, real soon
they erasin' him
Em
Pillow talkin' off a pill,
girl you was close to
Am
Call them niggas over like the
bitch had never known you
Em
Comin' out the complex,
night full of long sex
Am
6 to 44 through the window
with a long neck
Em
Talkin' bout what you gon' do,
what a broad
Am
You ain't dumb nigga,
you know the world is small
Em
To eat niggas creep, keep crawlin',
the beat ballin'
Am
Dust a nigga off for the bread
with no problem
Em
Put my mind to it, hard
Am
nose grind to it
Occasion I rise to it, no
reason when I'm shootin'
Em
No waitin', I'm bein' patient,
try to survive through it
Am
You can die crossin' me,
now homie, why I do it?
Em
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
Am
Occasion I rise to it, no reason when
I'm shootin'
Ain't no waitin', I'm bein' patient
Em
Am
Trouse if I do it, you can die crossin' me
Now, homie, boy, I do it
Em
D
Rapper of all rappers, king of all kings
Am
Never bite my tongue, say what I mean
Em
Play with the thing,
D
beam under the trigger
Am
I'm a problem, out me,
you can't figure
Goin' to a kick,
Em
all the way from a quarter
Am
Go from the booth, back to the street corner
Em
I ain't bulletproof, no diplomatic immunity
D
Am
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga
or cops might do to me
Em
Move with me, my mind's military
Am
To survive for my millions,
I do what's necessary
Em
I carry a grudge, I'm burying love
Am
What's this, I smell piss,
you scared to come up?
Em
Deception, out of the question,
D
you get a 30 -second checkin'
Am
I have you under the
Smith &
Em
Wesson doin' confessions
Shit tighter than the
Big
Lotta, I got good flame
Am
Top floor marksman, got good aim
Em
Am
Put my mind to it, hard -nosed grind to it
No casing, I rise to it
No grazing when I'm shooting,
no waiting, I've been patient
Em
Try to survive through
Am
it, you can die crossing me
Now homie boy I do it
Em
Put my mind to it, hard nose grind to it
Am
Occasion I rise to it, no
grazing when I'm shooting
No waiting, I'm being patient
Em
Try to survive through it, you
Am
can die crossing me
Em
Am
Em
Now homie boy I do it
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
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