Spooks: Mind on our money

(Hook - Krayzie) 2xPeople ask me how do you maintainYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya changeNigga, let 'em know how much you want it(Krayzie)Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy-E1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flowNigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come fromBrought styles muthafuckas never heard beforeBut we never got our props'til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroadBut the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peaceThat was 1996, we back in the mixI guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shitBut everything started changin, business rearanginThen the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibinTried to keep my mind together through that industry shitSomehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't getBut I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head upAnd show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of warIt don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rottNot to mention when we venture through the family scriptures1999 nigga, still strugglinTryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglinSharpen up ya thug mentalityAnd by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculateI gotta get some money, blast if I get hungrySo 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 deathWith a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less??? ???? ??? that crazy muthafucka from the world's most dangerous groupMo Thugs Nation, ??? ??? ??? on your lifeThat's absolutley what I'm gon' doBlast at them niggas who thought they knew meNow I'm that muthafucka that be ??? ???, the nigga that bust all y'allMy mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the micI'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you likeTellin all biters to please stop tryinLet it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna dieSplit up and fry, open his eyes ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? pop,shot one through his headOh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga deadIt ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skillNow look through the ???, stop steelY'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with starsNo need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you areWe all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we rollAnd that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoesBut I had my ??? ???, nah nigga that's my nuts ??? ??? ??? don't touch thatAnd then he won't hesitate to buck for the loveYou can't dust on these bustas, so they dieThey only got love for those who love meIn the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my moneyAnd no, this shit that we spit ain't funnyEspecially when you hungry, niggaWith no hustle, nigga, to get them funds(Hook)(Bizzy)In '91 I'm runnin from the fuckin cops, don't ya know itThat bitch was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show itKnow niggas that'd had no pussySaid that would never read or get to L.A.And niggas went cannibal on 'em, eitherSmokin that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for womenBut mine aside, so why you tellin your same ???When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that rideWe gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-moGet ???, burn the whole store down all by myself??? ??? ??? ??? for fuckin with the Bone flowHeaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta rollAnd 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 ???, that pussy makes me changeOr expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting rangeShootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villainThe villain is chillin with his childrenBitch, I keeps it real!(Hook)(Layzie)I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mindA straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my lineNigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possibleGot shot, got out the hospital, started on my missionListen, nigga pay attentionOh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of DeathBlessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (???)Niggas often wonder why my mind on my moneyNigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoneyIt's like this nigga, I don't even fuck aroundIf a nigga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come aroundAin't it funny how niggas turn funny-styleWhen they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mileSee my niggas doin a damn thing, FleshTrues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you knowHeaven'z Movie, yours truely, Mr. Gambini(Kraaaayzie)It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little StevieAnd when you ask me how I maintainI watch my niggas rule, act a fool, and ace the gameMo Thug one, witness the Family ScripturesMo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get yaMo Thug three, presentation of the mothershipNiggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain(Hook)