Bone thugs~n~harmony Mind On Our Money Lyrics

(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
n____, let 'em know how much you want it

(Krayzie)
n____ 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow
n____ 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 m____fuckas 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___
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___
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 n____, 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 b_____ death
With a b_____ b_____, mess, I'm servin you none the less
??? ???? ??? that crazy m____fucka from the world's most dangerous group
Mo Thugs Nation, ??? ??? ??? on your life
That's absolutley what I'm gon' do
Blast at them n____s who thought they knew me
Now I'm that m____fucka that be ??? ???, the n____ that bust all y'all
My mission in life to be the coldest n____ that ever spit s___ 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 n____ dead
It ain't my fault, you n____s 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, n____s know who the f___ you are
We all true sound, n____ united gatherin souls, how we roll
And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes
But I had my ??? ???, nah n____ 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___ that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, n____
With no hustle, n____, to get them funds

(Hook)

(Bizzy)
In '91 I'm runnin from the f___in cops, don't ya know it
That b____ was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it
Know n____s that'd had no p____
Said that would never read or get to L.A.
And n____s went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin that reefer, n____s 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 n____s ain't have s___, 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 f___in 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 f___in sell-out?
But who's the one on solo s___, and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a ???, that p____ 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____, 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
n____ 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, n____ 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 (???)
n____s often wonder why my mind on my money
n____ these b____es all up on me, and half the industry phoney
It's like this n____, I don't even f___ around
If a n____ ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how n____s turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my n____s doin a d___ 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 n____s 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
n____s on some other s___, by smoke and maintain

(Hook)