Mind On Our Money Lyrics

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)

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)