Lyrical Breakdown of Mind On Our Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow
N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money
With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Brought styles muthaf-s 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 rearrangin'
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 rot
Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
1999 n-, 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
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
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
Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group
Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof
Blast at them n- who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all
My mission in life to be the coldest n- 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 like pop shoppin'
Shot one through his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead
It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill
Now look through the marcos, stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars
No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are
We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll
And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes
But I had my glow, nah n- 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 aim to keepin my mind on my money
And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, n-
With no hustle, n-, to get them funds
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it
That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)
Know n-s that'd had no pussy
Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.
And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin that reefer, n-s 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 sci-fi
When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself
From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow
Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?
But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)
That p- 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
B-, I keeps it real!
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
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
N-, let 'em know how much you want it
I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line
N- 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, n- 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
N-s often wonder why my mind on my money
N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney
It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around
If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh
Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know
Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, 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 n-ggas 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
N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain
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
N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it
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
N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it