Bone Thugs N Harmony - Mind On Our Money Lyrics
(hook - krayzie) 2xPeople ask me how do you maintainYou got to keep your mind on money (t-h-u-g)Dont let the snakes ever short you for ya changeNigga, let em know how much you want it(krayzie)Nigga 1993, hooked up with eazy e1994, rushin through the door with the bone flowNigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money1995 we really let em know, cleveland is the city where we come fromBrought styles mutha*****as never heard beforeBut we never got our propstil we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroadBut the man know, eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peaceThat was 1996, we back in the mixI guess they thought that wed gon quit but we got love for this shitBut everything started changin, business rearanginThen the time when bone and ruthless wasnt vibinTried to keep my mind together through that industry shitSomehow Im feelin like what I deserve I didnt getBut ima stick it out, believe ima keep my head upAnd show my loyalty for eazy e, even though Im fed up1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of warIt dont stop, it wont stop until we drop, body rottNot to mention when we venture through the family scriptures1999 nigga, still strugglinTryna get some money with this mastermind Im jugglinSharpen up ya thug mentalityAnd by the year 2000 Ill be thuggin, but so Im ? ? ?I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungrySo if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me(hook)(ed. note-Im not too sure about any of this verse)Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody deathWith a bloody bloody, mess, Im servin you none the less? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? that crazy mutha*****a from the worlds most dangerous groupMo thugs nation, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? on your lifeThats absolutley what Im gon doBlast at them niggas who thought they knew meNow Im that mutha*****a that be ? ? ? ? ? ? , the nigga that bust all yallMy mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the micIm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you likeTellin all biters to please stop tryinLet it go fry fool, when I make my move all yall gonna dieSplit up and fry, open his eyes ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? pop,Shot one through his headOh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga deadIt aint my fault, you niggas too soft, aint got no skillNow look through the ? ? ? , stop steelYall some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with starsNo need to say no names, niggas know who the ***** you areWe all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we rollAnd thats love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoesBut I had my ? ? ? ? ? ? , nah nigga thats my nuts ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? dont touch thatAnd then he wont hesitate to buck for the loveYou cant dust on these bustas, so they dieThey only got love for those who love meIn the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my moneyAnd no, this shit that we spit aint funnyEspecially when you hungry, niggaWith no hustle, nigga, to get them funds(hook)(bizzy)In 91 Im runnin from the *****in cops, dont ya know itThat ***** was tryna find a hidin spot, he show itKnow niggas thatd had no *****Said that would never read or get to l.a.And niggas went cannibal on em, eitherSmokin that reefer, niggas know how Im livincause I was havin children when yall was lookin for womenBut mine aside, so why you tellin your same ? ? ?When niggas aint have shit, tell me whos the one that rideWe gon ride ride though, you can call me mr. murda-moGet ? ? ? , burn the whole store down all by myself? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? for *****in with the bone flowHeaven and earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta rollAnd what you want my people to hear, that Im a *****in sell-out?But whos the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out?Ill bail out with a ? ? ? , that ***** makes me changeOr expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting rangeShootin thangs (shootin thangs), it dont make you a villainThe villain is chillin with his children*****, I keeps it real!(hook)(layzie)I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mindA straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my lineNigga designed a gold crime as Im racin through this obstacle007, layzie bone, knew it was possibleGot shot, got out the hospital, started on my missionListen, nigga pay attentionOh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, faces of deathBlessin 40 o-zs, lay and leatherface and double zs (? ? ? )Niggas often wonder why my mind on my moneyNigga these *****es all up on me, and half the industry phoneyIts like this nigga, I dont even ***** aroundIf a nigga aint got no money for lay, Ill come aroundAint it funny how niggas turn funny-styleWhen they think they fall in trinkets, aint even ran a mileSee my niggas doin a damn thing, fleshTrues humbly united gatherin souls, just to let you knowHeavenz movie, yours truely, mr. gambini(kraaaayzie)its the mentality, and next to the baddest, little stevieAnd when you ask me how I maintainI watch my niggas rule, act a fool, and ace the gameMo thug one, witness the family scripturesMo thug two, family reunion comin to get yaMo thug three, presentation of the mothershipNiggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain(hook)
