(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 immaculate 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
(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
(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); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES it don't make you a villain The villain is chillin with his children Bitch, I keeps it real!
(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