| I’m gunnin' on point for enemies
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| I dump when I dump, ain’t no turning back
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| Bone niggas ain’t never been industry
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| I can’t keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know
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| what’s wrong with me)
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| Them original niggas put stains in the game; |
| It’s bloody mo' murda from grip to
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| the grain
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| I’m strapped with that Nina that’s never gon' change
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| You know what I mean; |
| I go out with a bang
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| Fresh out the hood doin' everyday thangs
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| To hollywood niggas; |
| That shit is danger
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| Don’t act like you know me, cause Lay' still that stranger
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| This shit was all lame until I rearranged it
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| Hold up, stop, and can I get my props? |
| Collect my prop' and take it back to The
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| Glock
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| Where the thugs that’s real and ain’t afraid to kill
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| At least 'round here, nigga back, get watched
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| From a whole 'nother planet like an astronaut
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| The only problem that we have is the bastard cops, but we slash on 'em,
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| blast on 'em, drag 'em out
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| Gotta keep that money comin' in a faster route
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| I can’t keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know
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| what’s wrong with me) I’m so gone, and I’m out here so strong and I’m stuck in
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| these streets, streets (I run the streets, what’s wrong with me) The weed and
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| the X and the Hennessy
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| I’m gunnin' on point for enemies
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| I dump when I dump, ain’t no turning back
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| Bone niggas ain’t never been industry
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| I can’t keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know
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| what’s wrong with me)
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| Man, even militant niggas pay me what they owe me
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| I’m still a gutter nigga, act like you know me
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| I shoot a cutter nigga runnin' up on me
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| Put up or shut up, nigga, quit actin' phony
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| Never been Hollywood, always been 'bout the hood
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| If you was lookin' for trouble; |
| We got it good
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| Serve 'em murda like real true riders should
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| f**k 'em up with a pump, now that would do it
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| Get into it when I’m hustlin'
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| Nine to five I’m strugglin', time to grind
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| Stumblin', tryin' to shine
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| Get up and I wonder «When is it my time to fly? |
| «High
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| A nigga so stressed, I puff on the weed so hard my chest pains
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| Cause by hearin' the way I flow it, nobody would know it
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| I gotta get help, man
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| I can’t keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know
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| what’s wrong with me) I’m so gone, and I’m out here so strong and I’m stuck in
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| these streets, streets (I run the streets, what’s wrong with me) The weed and
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| the X and the Hennessy
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| I’m gunnin' on point for enemies
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| I dump when I dump, ain’t no turning back
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| Bone niggas ain’t never been industry
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| I can’t keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don’t know
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| what’s wrong with me) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind of This Money , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album Thugz Nation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп