Mind On Our Money

(Hook - Krayzie) 2x<br>People ask me how do you maintain<br>You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)<br>Don`t let the snakes ever short you for ya change<br>Nigga, let `em know how much you want it<br><br>(Krayzie)<br>Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy-E<br>1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow<br>Nigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money<br>1995 we really let `em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from<br>Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before<br>But we never got our props <br>`til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad<br>But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace<br>That was 1996, we back in the mix<br>I guess they thought that we`d gon` quit but we got love for this shit<br>But everything started changin, business rearangin<br>Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn`t vibin<br>Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit<br>Somehow I`m feelin like what I deserve I didn`t get<br>But I`ma stick it out, believe I`ma keep my head up<br>And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I`m fed up<br>1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war<br>It don`t stop, it won`t stop until we drop, body rott<br>Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures<br>1999 nigga, still strugglin<br>Tryna get some money with this mastermind I`m jugglin<br>Sharpen up ya thug mentality<br>And by the year 2000 I`ll be thuggin, but so immaculate<br>I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry<br>So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Ed. note-I`m not too sure about any of this verse)<br>Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death<br>With a bloody bloody, mess, I`m servin you none the less<br>??? ???? ??? that crazy muthafucka from the world`s most dangerous group<br>Mo Thugs Nation, ??? ??? ??? on your life<br>That`s absolutley what I`m gon` do<br>Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me<br>Now I`m that muthafucka that be ??? ???, the nigga that bust all y`all<br>My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic<br>I`m comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like<br>Tellin all biters to please stop tryin<br>Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y`all gonna die<br>Split up and fry, open his eyes ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? pop, <br>shot one through his head<br>Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead<br>It ain`t my fault, you niggas too soft, ain`t got no skill<br>Now look through the ???, stop steel<br>Y`all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars<br>No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are<br>We all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we roll<br>And that`s love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes<br>But I had my ??? ???, nah nigga that`s my nuts ??? ??? ??? don`t touch that<br>And then he won`t hesitate to buck for the love<br>You can`t dust on these bustas, so they die<br>They only got love for those who love me<br>In the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my money<br>And no, this shit that we spit ain`t funny<br>Especially when you hungry, nigga<br>With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Bizzy)<br>In `91 I`m runnin from the fuckin cops, don`t ya know it<br>That bitch was tryna` find a hidin spot, he show it<br>Know niggas that`d had no pussy<br>Said that would never read or get to L.A.<br>And niggas went cannibal on `em, either<br>Smokin that reefer, niggas know how I`m livin<br>`Cause I was havin children when y`all was lookin for women<br>But mine aside, so why you tellin your same ???<br>When niggas ain`t have shit, tell me who`s the one that ride<br>We gon` ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo<br>Get ???, burn the whole store down all by myself<br>??? ??? ??? ??? for fuckin with the Bone flow<br>Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta roll<br>And what you want my people to hear, that I`m a fuckin sell-out?<br>But who`s the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out?<br>I`ll bail out with a ???, that pussy makes me change<br>Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range<br>Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don`t make you a villain<br>The villain is chillin with his children<br>Bitch, I keeps it real!<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Layzie)<br>I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind<br>A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line<br>Nigga designed a gold crime as I`m racin through this obstacle<br>007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible<br>Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission<br>Listen, nigga pay attention<br>Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death<br>Blessin 40 o-z`s, Lay and Leatherface and double z`s (???)<br>Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money<br>Nigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoney<br>It`s like this nigga, I don`t even fuck around<br>If a nigga ain`t got no money for Lay, I`ll come around<br>Ain`t it funny how niggas turn funny-style<br>When they think they fall in trinkets, ain`t even ran a mile<br>See my niggas doin a damn thing, Flesh<br>Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know<br>Heaven`z Movie, yours truely, Mr. Gambini<br>(Kraaaayzie)It`s the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie<br>And when you ask me how I maintain<br>I watch my niggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game<br>Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures<br>Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya<br>Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership<br>Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain<br><br>(Hook)