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Mind On Our Money

Hook - Krayzie) 2x

People ask me how do you maintain

You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)

Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change

Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it



(Krayzie)

Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E

1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow

Nigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money

1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before

But we never got our props

'til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad

But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we back in the mix

I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit

But everything started changin, business rearangin

Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin

Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit

Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get

But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up

And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war

It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott

Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures

1999 nigga, still strugglin

Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin

Sharpen up ya thug mentality

And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so I'm ???

I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry

So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me



(Hook)



(Ed. note-I'm not too sure about any of this verse)

Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death

With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less

??? ???? ??? that crazy muthafucka from the world's most dangerous group

Mo Thugs Nation, ??? ??? ??? on your life

That's absolutley what I'm gon' do

Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me

Now I'm that muthafucka that be ??? ???, the nigga that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic

I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like

Tellin all biters to please stop tryin

Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his eyes ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? pop,

shot one through his head

Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead

It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill

Now look through the ???, stop steel

Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars

No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are

We all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes

But I had my ??? ???, nah nigga that's my nuts ??? ??? ??? don't touch that

And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't dust on these bustas, so they die

They only got love for those who love me

In the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my money

And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny

Especially when you hungry, nigga

With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds



(Hook)



(Bizzy)

In '91 I'm runnin from the fuckin cops, don't ya know it

That bitch was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it

Know niggas that'd had no pussy

Said that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either

Smokin that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin

'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women

But mine aside, so why you tellin your same ???

When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride

We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo

Get ???, burn the whole store down all by myself

??? ??? ??? ??? for fuckin with the Bone flow

Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta roll

And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin sell-out?

But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out?

I'll bail out with a ???, that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range

Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain

The villain is chillin with his children

Bitch, I keeps it real!



(Hook)



(Layzie)

I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind

A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line

Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle

007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission

Listen, nigga pay attention

Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death

Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (???)

Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money

Nigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoney

It's like this nigga, I don't even fuck around

If a nigga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around

Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style

When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile

See my niggas doin a damn thing, Flesh

Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know

Heaven'z Movie, yours truely, Mr. Gambini

(Kraaaayzie)It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie

And when you ask me how I maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game

Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures

Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya

Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership

Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain



(Hook)

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Mind On Our Money / Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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