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(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
nigg*, let 'em know how much you want it
(Krayzie)
nigg* 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow
nigg* 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 muth*fkas 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 s**t
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 s**t
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 nigg*, 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 blood death,
With a blood blood, mess, I'm servin you none the less
And I come wit that Krayzie motherfuka from the worlds most dangerous group,
Mo Thugs Nation, Slow the world foe your life,
Thats absolutely what im gon' do,
Blast them who thought they knew me
I'm that muth*fka that be runnin hard, the nigg* that bust all y'all
My mission in life to be the coldest nigg* that ever spit s**t 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 nigg* dead
It ain't my fault, you too soft, ain't got no skill
Now look through tommorrow, stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars
No need to say no names, know who the fk you are
We are trues humbly united gatherin souls, how we roll
And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes
But I had my go ???, nah nigg* 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 s**t that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigg*
With no hustle, nigg*, to get them funds
(Hook)
(Bizzy)
In '91 I'm runnin from the fkin cops, don't ya know it
That b*tch was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it
Know that'd had no p*ssy
Said that would never read or get to L.A.
And went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin that reefer, 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 ain't have s**t, 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 fkin 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 fkin sell-out?
But who's the one on solo s**t, and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a ???, that p*ssy 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*tch, 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
nigg* 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, nigg* 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 (???)
often wonder why my mind on my money
nigg* these girls all up on me, and half the industry phoney
It's like this nigg*, I don't even fk around
If a nigg* ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my doin a d*mn 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 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
on some other s**t, by smoke and maintain
(Hook)
