Lyrics Mind of This Money - Layzie Bone

Mind of This Money

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