Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind on Our Money, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song BTNHRESURRECTION, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Mind on Our Money |
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 |
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 |
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 |
With platinum shit to split’cha the way we hit’cha |
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 sad 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’mma stick it out, believe I’mma 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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that crazy muthafucka from the world’s most dangerous group |
Mo Thugs Nation, ??? |
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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 ??? |
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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 ??? |
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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 |
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 |
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 |
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, keep goin |
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 sci-fi? |
(sci-fi) |
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 |
Gettin' jumped, burn the whole store down all by myself |
Seen him doin' his own show 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 pump, that pussy 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 |
Bitch, 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 |
Nigga, 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 |
Nigga, 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |