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)

(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 f*** 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 fuc*** 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 fuc*** with the bone flow
Heaven and earth, god and my loved one, and ya gott