[{"id":4818549,"name":"Mind on Our Money","trackName":"Mind on Our Money","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"BTNHRESURRECTION","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"People ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nNigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\nN- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\nWith platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\nBrought styles muthaf-s never heard before\nBut we never got our props\n'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\nBut the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\nThat was 1996, we back in the mix\nI guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\nBut everything started changin, business rearrangin'\nThen the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\nTried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\nSomehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\nBut I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\nAnd show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\nIt don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\nNot to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n1999 n-, still strugglin\nTryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\nSharpen up ya thug mentality\nAnd by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\nI gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\nSo if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nTake a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\nWith a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\nEvery time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\nMo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\nBlast at them n- who thought they knew me\nNow I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\nMy mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\nI'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\nTellin all biters to please stop tryin\nLet it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\nSplit up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\nShot one through his head\nOh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\nIt ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\nNow look through the marcos, stop steel\nY'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\nNo need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\nWe all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\nAnd that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\nBut I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\nAnd then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\nYou can't dust on these bustas, so they die\nThey only got love for those who love me\nIn the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\nAnd no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\nEspecially when you hungry, n-\nWith no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nIn '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\nThat b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\nKnow n-s that'd had no pussy\nSaid that would never eat it, get to L.A.\nAnd n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\nSmokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\nBut mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\nWhen n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\nWe gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\nGet shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\nFrom doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\nHeaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\nAnd what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\nBut who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\nI'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\nThat p- makes me change\nOr expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\nShootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\nThe villain is chillin with his children\nB-, I keeps it real!\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nI keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\nA straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\nN- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\nGot shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\nListen, n- pay attention\nOh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\nBlessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\nN-s often wonder why my mind on my money\nN- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\nIt's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\nIf a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\nAin't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\nWhen they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\nSee my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\nTrues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\nHeaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n(Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\nAnd when you ask me how I maintain\nI watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\nMo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\nMo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\nMo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\nN-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-gga, let 'em know how much you want it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] People ask me how do you maintain\n[00:02.62] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[00:05.10] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[00:06.10] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[00:09.36] People ask me how do you maintain\n[00:11.66] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[00:14.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[00:16.12] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[00:18.68] Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n[00:20.81] 1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n[00:23.52] N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n[00:26.65] With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n[00:28.95] 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n[00:32.91] Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n[00:35.16] But we never got our props\n[00:36.38] 'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n[00:39.54] But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n[00:42.57] That was 1996, we back in the mix\n[00:44.86] I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n[00:47.40] But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n[00:48.83] Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n[00:50.66] Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n[00:52.67] Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n[00:55.35] But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n[00:57.47] And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n[01:00.01] 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n[01:04.97] It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n[01:07.23] Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n[01:09.30] 1999 n-, still strugglin\n[01:11.38] Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n[01:13.86] Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n[01:15.92] And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n[01:19.00] I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n[01:21.15] So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n[01:24.41] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:25.88] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:28.81] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:30.56] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:32.99] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:35.19] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:37.78] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:39.90] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:41.94] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n[01:44.32] With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n[01:45.72] Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n[01:48.69] Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n[01:50.90] Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n[01:53.15] Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n[01:55.25] My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n[01:57.85] I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n[02:00.16] Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n[02:02.09] Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n[02:04.42] Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n[02:06.42] Shot one through his head\n[02:07.73] Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n[02:09.69] It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n[02:11.64] Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n[02:14.00] Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n[02:16.32] No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n[02:18.13] We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n[02:20.99] And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n[02:23.17] But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n[02:24.85] And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n[02:26.70] You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n[02:28.14] They only got love for those who love me\n[02:29.47] In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n[02:32.06] And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n[02:34.06] Especially when you hungry, n-\n[02:35.73] With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n[02:37.06] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:38.74] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:41.40] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:42.86] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[02:45.37] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:48.31] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:50.79] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:52.86] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[02:55.11] In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n[02:57.03] That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n[02:59.71] Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n[03:01.38] Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n[03:02.89] And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n[03:04.49] Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n[03:06.69] 'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n[03:08.93] But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n[03:11.03] When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n[03:13.78] We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n[03:16.26] Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n[03:18.24] From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n[03:20.51] Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n[03:22.99] And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n[03:25.22] But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n[03:27.58] I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n[03:29.25] That p- makes me change\n[03:30.72] Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n[03:32.21] Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n[03:34.22] The villain is chillin with his children\n[03:35.70] B-, I keeps it real!\n[03:37.97] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:39.16] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:41.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:43.52] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:45.86] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:47.80] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:50.88] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:52.76] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:55.08] I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n[03:57.14] A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n[03:59.28] N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n[04:01.82] 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n[04:04.45] Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n[04:06.46] Listen, n- pay attention\n[04:08.11] Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n[04:11.16] Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n[04:14.06] N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n[04:15.43] N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n[04:17.79] It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n[04:19.05] If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n[04:22.39] Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n[04:24.73] When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n[04:27.14] See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n[04:29.28] Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n[04:31.55] Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n[04:34.04] (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n[04:36.83] And when you ask me how I maintain\n[04:38.18] I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n[04:40.75] Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n[04:43.35] Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n[04:45.47] Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n[04:47.92] N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n[04:50.32] People ask me how do you maintain\n[04:52.32] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[04:55.04] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[04:56.86] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[04:59.72] People ask me how do you maintain\n[05:01.52] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[05:04.54] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[05:06.11] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[05:08.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mind on Our Money\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: BTNHRESURRECTION\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 2620\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 2620\n  end_ms: 5100\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 5100\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 9360\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 9360\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 14350\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 14350\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 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end_ms: 237140\n- text: A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  start_ms: 237140\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241820\n- text: 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  start_ms: 241820\n  end_ms: 244450\n- text: Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  start_ms: 244450\n  end_ms: 246460\n- text: Listen, n- pay attention\n  start_ms: 246460\n  end_ms: 248110\n- text: Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  start_ms: 248110\n  end_ms: 251160\n- text: Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  start_ms: 251160\n  end_ms: 254060\n- text: N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  start_ms: 254060\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257790\n- text: It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  start_ms: 257790\n  end_ms: 259050\n- 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comin to get ya\n  start_ms: 283350\n  end_ms: 285470\n- text: Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n  start_ms: 285470\n  end_ms: 287920\n- text: N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n  start_ms: 287920\n  end_ms: 290320\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 290320\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 295040\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 295040\n  end_ms: 296860\n- text: N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 296860\n  end_ms: 299720\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 299720\n  end_ms: 301520\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 301520\n  end_ms: 304540\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 304540\n  end_ms: 306110\n- text: N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 306110\n  end_ms: 308270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 308270\nplain: |-\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n  1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n  N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n  With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n  1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n  Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n  But we never got our props\n  'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n  But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n  That was 1996, we back in the mix\n  I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n  But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n  Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n  Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n  Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n  But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n  And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n  1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n  It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n  Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n  1999 n-, still strugglin\n  Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n  Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n  And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n  I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n  So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n  With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n  Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n  Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n  Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n  Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n  My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n  I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n  Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n  Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n  Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n  Shot one through his head\n  Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n  It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n  Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n  Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n  No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n  We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n  And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n  But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n  And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n  You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n  They only got love for those who love me\n  In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n  And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n  Especially when you hungry, n-\n  With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n  That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n  Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n  Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n  And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n  Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n  'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n  But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n  When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n  We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n  Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n  From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n  Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n  And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n  But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n  I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n  That p- makes me change\n  Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n  Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n  The villain is chillin with his children\n  B-, I keeps it real!\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  Listen, n- pay attention\n  Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n  Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n  When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n  See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n  Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n  Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n  (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n  And when you ask me how I maintain\n  I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n  Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n  Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n  Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n  N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n"},{"id":6670964,"name":"Mind on Our Money","trackName":"Mind on Our Money","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"BTNHResurrection","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"People ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nNigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\nN- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\nWith platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\nBrought styles muthaf-s never heard before\nBut we never got our props\n'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\nBut the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\nThat was 1996, we back in the mix\nI guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\nBut everything started changin, business rearrangin'\nThen the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\nTried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\nSomehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\nBut I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\nAnd show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\nIt don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\nNot to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n1999 n-, still strugglin\nTryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\nSharpen up ya thug mentality\nAnd by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\nI gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\nSo if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nTake a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\nWith a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\nEvery time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\nMo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\nBlast at them n- who thought they knew me\nNow I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\nMy mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\nI'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\nTellin all biters to please stop tryin\nLet it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\nSplit up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\nShot one through his head\nOh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\nIt ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\nNow look through the marcos, stop steel\nY'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\nNo need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\nWe all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\nAnd that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\nBut I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\nAnd then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\nYou can't dust on these bustas, so they die\nThey only got love for those who love me\nIn the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\nAnd no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\nEspecially when you hungry, n-\nWith no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nIn '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\nThat b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\nKnow n-s that'd had no pussy\nSaid that would never eat it, get to L.A.\nAnd n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\nSmokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\nBut mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\nWhen n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\nWe gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\nGet shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\nFrom doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\nHeaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\nAnd what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\nBut who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\nI'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\nThat p- makes me change\nOr expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\nShootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\nThe villain is chillin with his children\nB-, I keeps it real!\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nI keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\nA straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\nN- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\nGot shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\nListen, n- pay attention\nOh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\nBlessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\nN-s often wonder why my mind on my money\nN- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\nIt's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\nIf a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\nAin't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\nWhen they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\nSee my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\nTrues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\nHeaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n(Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\nAnd when you ask me how I maintain\nI watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\nMo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\nMo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\nMo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\nN-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-gga, let 'em know how much you want it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] People ask me how do you maintain\n[00:02.62] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[00:05.10] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[00:06.10] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[00:09.36] People ask me how do you maintain\n[00:11.66] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[00:14.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[00:16.12] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[00:18.68] Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n[00:20.81] 1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n[00:23.52] N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n[00:26.65] With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n[00:28.95] 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n[00:32.91] Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n[00:35.16] But we never got our props\n[00:36.38] 'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n[00:39.54] But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n[00:42.57] That was 1996, we back in the mix\n[00:44.86] I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n[00:47.40] But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n[00:48.83] Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n[00:50.66] Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n[00:52.67] Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n[00:55.35] But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n[00:57.47] And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n[01:00.01] 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n[01:04.97] It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n[01:07.23] Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n[01:09.30] 1999 n-, still strugglin\n[01:11.38] Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n[01:13.86] Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n[01:15.92] And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n[01:19.00] I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n[01:21.15] So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n[01:24.41] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:25.88] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:28.81] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:30.56] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:32.99] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:35.19] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:37.78] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:39.90] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:41.94] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n[01:44.32] With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n[01:45.72] Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n[01:48.69] Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n[01:50.90] Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n[01:53.15] Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n[01:55.25] My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n[01:57.85] I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n[02:00.16] Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n[02:02.09] Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n[02:04.42] Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n[02:06.42] Shot one through his head\n[02:07.73] Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n[02:09.69] It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n[02:11.64] Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n[02:14.00] Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n[02:16.32] No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n[02:18.13] We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n[02:20.99] And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n[02:23.17] But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n[02:24.85] And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n[02:26.70] You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n[02:28.14] They only got love for those who love me\n[02:29.47] In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n[02:32.06] And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n[02:34.06] Especially when you hungry, n-\n[02:35.73] With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n[02:37.06] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:38.74] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:41.40] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:42.86] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[02:45.37] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:48.31] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:50.79] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:52.86] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[02:55.11] In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n[02:57.03] That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n[02:59.71] Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n[03:01.38] Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n[03:02.89] And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n[03:04.49] Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n[03:06.69] 'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n[03:08.93] But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n[03:11.03] When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n[03:13.78] We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n[03:16.26] Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n[03:18.24] From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n[03:20.51] Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n[03:22.99] And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n[03:25.22] But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n[03:27.58] I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n[03:29.25] That p- makes me change\n[03:30.72] Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n[03:32.21] Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n[03:34.22] The villain is chillin with his children\n[03:35.70] B-, I keeps it real!\n[03:37.97] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:39.16] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:41.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:43.52] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:45.86] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:47.80] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:50.88] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:52.76] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:55.08] I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n[03:57.14] A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n[03:59.28] N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n[04:01.82] 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n[04:04.45] Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n[04:06.46] Listen, n- pay attention\n[04:08.11] Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n[04:11.16] Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n[04:14.06] N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n[04:15.43] N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n[04:17.79] It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n[04:19.05] If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n[04:22.39] Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n[04:24.73] When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n[04:27.14] See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n[04:29.28] Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n[04:31.55] Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n[04:34.04] (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n[04:36.83] And when you ask me how I maintain\n[04:38.18] I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n[04:40.75] Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n[04:43.35] Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n[04:45.47] Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n[04:47.92] N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n[04:50.32] People ask me how do you maintain\n[04:52.32] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[04:55.04] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[04:56.86] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[04:59.72] People ask me how do you maintain\n[05:01.52] You got to keep your mind on money 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 People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n  1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n  N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n  With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n  1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n  Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n  But we never got our props\n  'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n  But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n  That was 1996, we back in the mix\n  I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n  But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n  Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n  Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n  Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n  But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n  And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n  1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n  It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n  Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n  1999 n-, still strugglin\n  Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n  Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n  And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n  I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n  So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n  With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n  Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n  Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n  Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n  Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n  My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n  I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n  Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n  Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n  Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n  Shot one through his head\n  Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n  It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n  Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n  Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n  No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n  We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n  And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n  But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n  And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n  You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n  They only got love for those who love me\n  In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n  And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n  Especially when you hungry, n-\n  With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n  That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n  Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n  Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n  And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n  Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n  'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n  But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n  When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n  We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n  Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n  From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n  Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n  And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n  But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n  I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n  That p- makes me change\n  Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n  Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n  The villain is chillin with his children\n  B-, I keeps it real!\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  Listen, n- pay attention\n  Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n  Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n  When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n  See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n  Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n  Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n  (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n  And when you ask me how I maintain\n  I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n  Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n  Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n  Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n  N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n"},{"id":21431380,"name":"Mind on Our Money","trackName":"Mind on Our Money","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"BTNH - Resurrection","duration":310.360816,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"People ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nNigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\nN- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\nWith platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\nBrought styles muthaf-s never heard before\nBut we never got our props\n'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\nBut the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\nThat was 1996, we back in the mix\nI guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\nBut everything started changin, business rearrangin'\nThen the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\nTried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\nSomehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\nBut I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\nAnd show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\nIt don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\nNot to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n1999 n-, still strugglin\nTryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\nSharpen up ya thug mentality\nAnd by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\nI gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\nSo if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nTake a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\nWith a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\nEvery time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\nMo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\nBlast at them n- who thought they knew me\nNow I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\nMy mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\nI'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\nTellin all biters to please stop tryin\nLet it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\nSplit up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\nShot one through his head\nOh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\nIt ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\nNow look through the marcos, stop steel\nY'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\nNo need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\nWe all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\nAnd that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\nBut I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\nAnd then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\nYou can't dust on these bustas, so they die\nThey only got love for those who love me\nIn the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\nAnd no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\nEspecially when you hungry, n-\nWith no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nIn '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\nThat b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\nKnow n-s that'd had no pussy\nSaid that would never eat it, get to L.A.\nAnd n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\nSmokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\nBut mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\nWhen n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\nWe gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\nGet shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\nFrom doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\nHeaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\nAnd what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\nBut who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\nI'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\nThat p- makes me change\nOr expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\nShootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\nThe villain is chillin with his children\nB-, I keeps it real!\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nI keep my mind on my money, my money 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up\n[00:57.47] And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n[01:00.01] 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n[01:04.97] It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n[01:07.23] Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n[01:09.30] 1999 n-, still strugglin\n[01:11.38] Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n[01:13.86] Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n[01:15.92] And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n[01:19.00] I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n[01:21.15] So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n[01:24.41] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:25.88] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:28.81] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:30.56] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:32.99] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:35.19] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:37.78] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya 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got no skill\n[02:11.64] Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n[02:14.00] Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n[02:16.32] No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n[02:18.13] We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n[02:20.99] And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n[02:23.17] But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n[02:24.85] And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n[02:26.70] You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n[02:28.14] They only got love for those who love me\n[02:29.47] In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n[02:32.06] And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n[02:34.06] Especially when you hungry, n-\n[02:35.73] With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n[02:37.06] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:38.74] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:41.40] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:42.86] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[02:45.37] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:48.31] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:50.79] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:52.86] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[02:55.11] In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n[02:57.03] That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n[02:59.71] Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n[03:01.38] Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n[03:02.89] And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n[03:04.49] Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n[03:06.69] 'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n[03:08.93] But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n[03:11.03] When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n[03:13.78] We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n[03:16.26] Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n[03:18.24] From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n[03:20.51] Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n[03:22.99] And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n[03:25.22] But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n[03:27.58] I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n[03:29.25] That p- makes me change\n[03:30.72] Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n[03:32.21] Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n[03:34.22] The villain is chillin with his children\n[03:35.70] B-, I keeps it real!\n[03:37.97] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:39.16] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:41.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:43.52] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:45.86] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:47.80] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:50.88] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:52.76] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:55.08] I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n[03:57.14] A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n[03:59.28] N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n[04:01.82] 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n[04:04.45] Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n[04:06.46] Listen, n- pay attention\n[04:08.11] Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n[04:11.16] Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n[04:14.06] N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n[04:15.43] N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n[04:17.79] It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n[04:19.05] If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n[04:22.39] Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n[04:24.73] When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n[04:27.14] See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n[04:29.28] Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n[04:31.55] Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n[04:34.04] (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n[04:36.83] And when you ask me how I maintain\n[04:38.18] I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n[04:40.75] Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n[04:43.35] Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n[04:45.47] Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n[04:47.92] N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n[04:50.32] People ask me how do you maintain\n[04:52.32] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[04:55.04] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[04:56.86] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[04:59.72] People ask me how do you maintain\n[05:01.52] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[05:04.54] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[05:06.11] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[05:08.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mind on Our Money\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: BTNH - Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 310361\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 2620\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 2620\n  end_ms: 5100\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 5100\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 9360\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 9360\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 14350\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 14350\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 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end_ms: 237140\n- text: A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  start_ms: 237140\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241820\n- text: 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  start_ms: 241820\n  end_ms: 244450\n- text: Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  start_ms: 244450\n  end_ms: 246460\n- text: Listen, n- pay attention\n  start_ms: 246460\n  end_ms: 248110\n- text: Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  start_ms: 248110\n  end_ms: 251160\n- text: Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  start_ms: 251160\n  end_ms: 254060\n- text: N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  start_ms: 254060\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257790\n- text: It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  start_ms: 257790\n  end_ms: 259050\n- 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 People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n  1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n  N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n  With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n  1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n  Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n  But we never got our props\n  'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n  But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n  That was 1996, we back in the mix\n  I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n  But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n  Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n  Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n  Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n  But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n  And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n  1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n  It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n  Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n  1999 n-, still strugglin\n  Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n  Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n  And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n  I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n  So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n  With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n  Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n  Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n  Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n  Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n  My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n  I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n  Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n  Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n  Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n  Shot one through his head\n  Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n  It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n  Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n  Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n  No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n  We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n  And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n  But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n  And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n  You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n  They only got love for those who love me\n  In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n  And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n  Especially when you hungry, n-\n  With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n  That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n  Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n  Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n  And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n  Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n  'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n  But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n  When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n  We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n  Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n  From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n  Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n  And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n  But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n  I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n  That p- makes me change\n  Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n  Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n  The villain is chillin with his children\n  B-, I keeps it real!\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  Listen, n- pay attention\n  Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n  Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n  When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n  See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n  Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n  Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n  (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n  And when you ask me how I maintain\n  I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n  Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n  Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n  Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n  N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n"},{"id":12763475,"name":"Mind On Our Money","trackName":"Mind On Our Money","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Resurrection","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"People ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nNigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\nN- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\nWith platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\nBrought styles muthaf-s never heard before\nBut we never got our props\n'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\nBut the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\nThat was 1996, we back in the mix\nI guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\nBut everything started changin, business rearrangin'\nThen the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\nTried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\nSomehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\nBut I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\nAnd show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\nIt don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\nNot to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n1999 n-, still strugglin\nTryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\nSharpen up ya thug mentality\nAnd by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\nI gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\nSo if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nTake a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\nWith a bloody bloody, mess, I'm 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lookin for women\nBut mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\nWhen n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\nWe gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\nGet shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\nFrom doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\nHeaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\nAnd what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\nBut who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\nI'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\nThat p- makes me change\nOr expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\nShootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\nThe villain is chillin with his children\nB-, I keeps it real!\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\nI keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\nA straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\nN- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\nGot shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\nListen, n- pay attention\nOh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\nBlessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\nN-s often wonder why my mind on my money\nN- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\nIt's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\nIf a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\nAin't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\nWhen they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\nSee my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\nTrues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\nHeaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n(Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\nAnd when you ask me how I maintain\nI watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\nMo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\nMo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\nMo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\nN-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\nPeople ask me how do you maintain\nYou got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\nDon't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\nN-gga, let 'em know how much you want it","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] People ask me how do you maintain\n[00:02.62] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[00:05.10] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[00:06.10] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[00:09.36] People ask me how do you maintain\n[00:11.66] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[00:14.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[00:16.12] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[00:18.68] Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n[00:20.81] 1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n[00:23.52] N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n[00:26.65] With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n[00:28.95] 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n[00:32.91] Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n[00:35.16] But we never got our props\n[00:36.38] 'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n[00:39.54] But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n[00:42.57] That was 1996, we back in the mix\n[00:44.86] I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n[00:47.40] But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n[00:48.83] Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n[00:50.66] Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n[00:52.67] Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n[00:55.35] But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n[00:57.47] And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n[01:00.01] 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n[01:04.97] It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n[01:07.23] Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n[01:09.30] 1999 n-, still strugglin\n[01:11.38] Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n[01:13.86] Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n[01:15.92] And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n[01:19.00] I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n[01:21.15] So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n[01:24.41] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:25.88] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:28.81] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:30.56] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:32.99] People ask me how do you maintain\n[01:35.19] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[01:37.78] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[01:39.90] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[01:41.94] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n[01:44.32] With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n[01:45.72] Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n[01:48.69] Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n[01:50.90] Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n[01:53.15] Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n[01:55.25] My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n[01:57.85] I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n[02:00.16] Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n[02:02.09] Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n[02:04.42] Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n[02:06.42] Shot one through his head\n[02:07.73] Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n[02:09.69] It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n[02:11.64] Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n[02:14.00] Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n[02:16.32] No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n[02:18.13] We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n[02:20.99] And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n[02:23.17] But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n[02:24.85] And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n[02:26.70] You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n[02:28.14] They only got love for those who love me\n[02:29.47] In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n[02:32.06] And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n[02:34.06] Especially when you hungry, n-\n[02:35.73] With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n[02:37.06] People ask me how do you maintain\n[02:38.74] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[02:41.40] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[02:42.86] N-, let 'em know how much 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(Me!)\n[03:13.78] We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n[03:16.26] Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n[03:18.24] From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n[03:20.51] Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n[03:22.99] And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n[03:25.22] But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n[03:27.58] I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n[03:29.25] That p- makes me change\n[03:30.72] Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n[03:32.21] Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n[03:34.22] The villain is chillin with his children\n[03:35.70] B-, I keeps it real!\n[03:37.97] People ask me how do you maintain\n[03:39.16] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[03:41.35] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[03:43.52] N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n[03:45.86] People ask me how do you 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funny-style\n[04:24.73] When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n[04:27.14] See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n[04:29.28] Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n[04:31.55] Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n[04:34.04] (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n[04:36.83] And when you ask me how I maintain\n[04:38.18] I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n[04:40.75] Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n[04:43.35] Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n[04:45.47] Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n[04:47.92] N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n[04:50.32] People ask me how do you maintain\n[04:52.32] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[04:55.04] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[04:56.86] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[04:59.72] People ask me how do you maintain\n[05:01.52] You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n[05:04.54] Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n[05:06.11] N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n[05:08.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mind On Our Money\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Resurrection\n  duration_ms: 310000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 620\n  end_ms: 2620\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 2620\n  end_ms: 5100\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 5100\n  end_ms: 6100\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 6100\n  end_ms: 9360\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 9360\n  end_ms: 11660\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 11660\n  end_ms: 14350\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 14350\n  end_ms: 16120\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 16120\n  end_ms: 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we got love for this shit\n  start_ms: 44860\n  end_ms: 47400\n- text: But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n  start_ms: 47400\n  end_ms: 48830\n- text: Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n  start_ms: 48830\n  end_ms: 50660\n- text: Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n  start_ms: 50660\n  end_ms: 52670\n- text: Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n  start_ms: 52670\n  end_ms: 55350\n- text: But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n  start_ms: 55350\n  end_ms: 57470\n- text: And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n  start_ms: 57470\n  end_ms: 60010\n- text: 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n  start_ms: 60010\n  end_ms: 64970\n- text: It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n  start_ms: 64970\n  end_ms: 67230\n- text: Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n  start_ms: 67230\n  end_ms: 69300\n- text: 1999 n-, still strugglin\n  start_ms: 69300\n  end_ms: 71380\n- text: Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n  start_ms: 71380\n  end_ms: 73860\n- text: Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n  start_ms: 73860\n  end_ms: 75920\n- text: And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n  start_ms: 75920\n  end_ms: 79000\n- text: I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n  start_ms: 79000\n  end_ms: 81150\n- text: So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n  start_ms: 81150\n  end_ms: 84410\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 84410\n  end_ms: 85880\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 85880\n  end_ms: 88810\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 88810\n  end_ms: 90560\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 90560\n  end_ms: 92990\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 92990\n  end_ms: 95190\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 95190\n  end_ms: 97780\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 97780\n  end_ms: 99900\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 99900\n  end_ms: 101940\n- text: Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n  start_ms: 101940\n  end_ms: 104320\n- text: With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n  start_ms: 104320\n  end_ms: 105720\n- text: Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n  start_ms: 105720\n  end_ms: 108690\n- text: Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n  start_ms: 108690\n  end_ms: 110900\n- text: Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n  start_ms: 110900\n  end_ms: 113150\n- text: Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n  start_ms: 113150\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 117850\n- text: I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n  start_ms: 117850\n  end_ms: 120160\n- text: Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n  start_ms: 120160\n  end_ms: 122090\n- text: Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n  start_ms: 122090\n  end_ms: 124420\n- text: Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n  start_ms: 124420\n  end_ms: 126420\n- text: Shot one through his head\n  start_ms: 126420\n  end_ms: 127730\n- text: Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n  start_ms: 127730\n  end_ms: 129690\n- text: It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n  start_ms: 129690\n  end_ms: 131640\n- text: Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n  start_ms: 131640\n  end_ms: 134000\n- text: Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n  start_ms: 134000\n  end_ms: 136320\n- text: No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n  start_ms: 136320\n  end_ms: 138130\n- text: We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n  start_ms: 138130\n  end_ms: 140990\n- text: And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n  start_ms: 140990\n  end_ms: 143170\n- text: But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n  start_ms: 143170\n  end_ms: 144850\n- text: And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n  start_ms: 144850\n  end_ms: 146700\n- text: You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n  start_ms: 146700\n  end_ms: 148140\n- text: They only got love for those who love me\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 149470\n- text: In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n  start_ms: 149470\n  end_ms: 152060\n- text: And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n  start_ms: 152060\n  end_ms: 154060\n- text: Especially when you hungry, n-\n  start_ms: 154060\n  end_ms: 155730\n- text: With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n  start_ms: 155730\n  end_ms: 157060\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 157060\n  end_ms: 158740\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 158740\n  end_ms: 161400\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 161400\n  end_ms: 162860\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 162860\n  end_ms: 165370\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 165370\n  end_ms: 168310\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 168310\n  end_ms: 170790\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 170790\n  end_ms: 172860\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 172860\n  end_ms: 175110\n- text: In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n  start_ms: 175110\n  end_ms: 177030\n- text: That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n  start_ms: 177030\n  end_ms: 179710\n- text: Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n  start_ms: 179710\n  end_ms: 181380\n- text: Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n  start_ms: 181380\n  end_ms: 182890\n- text: And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n  start_ms: 182890\n  end_ms: 184490\n- text: Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n  start_ms: 184490\n  end_ms: 186690\n- text: '''Cause I was havin children when y''all was lookin for women'\n  start_ms: 186690\n  end_ms: 188930\n- text: But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n  start_ms: 188930\n  end_ms: 191030\n- text: When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n  start_ms: 191030\n  end_ms: 193780\n- text: We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n  start_ms: 193780\n  end_ms: 196260\n- text: Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n  start_ms: 196260\n  end_ms: 198240\n- text: From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n  start_ms: 198240\n  end_ms: 200510\n- text: Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n  start_ms: 200510\n  end_ms: 202990\n- text: And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n  start_ms: 202990\n  end_ms: 205220\n- text: But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n  start_ms: 205220\n  end_ms: 207580\n- text: I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n  start_ms: 207580\n  end_ms: 209250\n- text: That p- makes me change\n  start_ms: 209250\n  end_ms: 210720\n- text: Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n  start_ms: 210720\n  end_ms: 212210\n- text: Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n  start_ms: 212210\n  end_ms: 214220\n- text: The villain is chillin with his children\n  start_ms: 214220\n  end_ms: 215700\n- text: B-, I keeps it real!\n  start_ms: 215700\n  end_ms: 217970\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 217970\n  end_ms: 219160\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 219160\n  end_ms: 221350\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 221350\n  end_ms: 223520\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 223520\n  end_ms: 225860\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 225860\n  end_ms: 227800\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 227800\n  end_ms: 230880\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 230880\n  end_ms: 232760\n- text: N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 232760\n  end_ms: 235080\n- text: I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  start_ms: 235080\n  end_ms: 237140\n- text: A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  start_ms: 237140\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 241820\n- text: 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  start_ms: 241820\n  end_ms: 244450\n- text: Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  start_ms: 244450\n  end_ms: 246460\n- text: Listen, n- pay attention\n  start_ms: 246460\n  end_ms: 248110\n- text: Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  start_ms: 248110\n  end_ms: 251160\n- text: Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  start_ms: 251160\n  end_ms: 254060\n- text: N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  start_ms: 254060\n  end_ms: 255430\n- text: N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  start_ms: 255430\n  end_ms: 257790\n- text: It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  start_ms: 257790\n  end_ms: 259050\n- text: If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n  start_ms: 259050\n  end_ms: 262390\n- text: Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n  start_ms: 262390\n  end_ms: 264730\n- text: When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n  start_ms: 264730\n  end_ms: 267140\n- text: See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n  start_ms: 267140\n  end_ms: 269280\n- text: Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n  start_ms: 269280\n  end_ms: 271550\n- text: Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n  start_ms: 271550\n  end_ms: 274040\n- text: (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n  start_ms: 274040\n  end_ms: 276830\n- text: And when you ask me how I maintain\n  start_ms: 276830\n  end_ms: 278180\n- text: I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n  start_ms: 278180\n  end_ms: 280750\n- text: Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n  start_ms: 280750\n  end_ms: 283350\n- text: Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n  start_ms: 283350\n  end_ms: 285470\n- text: Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n  start_ms: 285470\n  end_ms: 287920\n- text: N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n  start_ms: 287920\n  end_ms: 290320\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 290320\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 295040\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 295040\n  end_ms: 296860\n- text: N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 296860\n  end_ms: 299720\n- text: People ask me how do you maintain\n  start_ms: 299720\n  end_ms: 301520\n- text: You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  start_ms: 301520\n  end_ms: 304540\n- text: Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  start_ms: 304540\n  end_ms: 306110\n- text: N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  start_ms: 306110\n  end_ms: 308270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 308270\nplain: |-\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E\n  1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow\n  N- was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money\n  With platinum sh- to split'cha the way we hit'cha\n  1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from\n  Brought styles muthaf-s never heard before\n  But we never got our props\n  'Til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad\n  But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace\n  That was 1996, we back in the mix\n  I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit\n  But everything started changin, business rearrangin'\n  Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin\n  Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit\n  Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get\n  But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up\n  And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up\n  1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war\n  It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rot\n  Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures\n  1999 n-, still strugglin\n  Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin\n  Sharpen up ya thug mentality\n  And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so immaculate\n  I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry\n  So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death\n  With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less\n  Every time that crazy muthaf- from the world's most dangerous group\n  Mo Thugs Nation so the third world your blackness sense aloof\n  Blast at them n- who thought they knew me\n  Now I'm that muthaf- that be huh, the n- that bust all y'all\n  My mission in life to be the coldest n- that ever spit shit on the mic\n  I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like\n  Tellin all biters to please stop tryin\n  Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die\n  Split up and fry, open his eyes like pop shoppin'\n  Shot one through his head\n  Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this n- dead\n  It ain't my fault, you n- too soft, ain't got no skill\n  Now look through the marcos, stop steel\n  Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars\n  No need to say no names, n- know who the fuck you are\n  We all true sound, n- united gatherin souls, how we roll\n  And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes\n  But I had my glow, nah n- that's my nuts don't touch that\n  And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love\n  You can't dust on these bustas, so they die\n  They only got love for those who love me\n  In the meanwhile I aim to keepin my mind on my money\n  And no, this sh- that we spit ain't funny\n  Especially when you hungry, n-\n  With no hustle, n-, to get them funds\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  In '91 I'm runnin from the f- cops, don't ya know it\n  That b- was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it (keep going!)\n  Know n-s that'd had no pussy\n  Said that would never eat it, get to L.A.\n  And n-s went cannibal on 'em, either\n  Smokin that reefer, n-s know how I'm livin\n  'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women\n  But mine aside, so why you tellin your sci-fi\n  When n-s ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride? (Me!)\n  We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo\n  Get shot, burn the whole store down all by myself\n  From doing his own shows to f-n with the Bone flow\n  Heaven and Earth, got my number and you got it wrong\n  And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a f-in sell-out?\n  But who's the one on solo sh-, and who want me the hell out?\n  I'll bail out when I want, (I ain't goin nowhere, f- you)\n  That p- makes me change\n  Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range\n  Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain\n  The villain is chillin with his children\n  B-, I keeps it real!\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-, let 'em know how much you want it\n\n  I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind\n  A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line\n  N- designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle\n  007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible\n  Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission\n  Listen, n- pay attention\n  Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death\n  Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's\n  N-s often wonder why my mind on my money\n  N- these b-s all up on me, and half the industry phoney\n  It's like this n-gga, I don't even fuck around\n  If a n-gga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around\n  Ain't it funny how n-ggas turn funny-style\n  When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile\n  See my n-s doin a damn thing, Flesh\n  Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know\n  Heaven'z Movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini\n  (Kraaaayzie) It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie\n  And when you ask me how I maintain\n  I watch my n-ggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game\n  Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures\n  Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya\n  Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership\n  N-s on some other sh-t, by smoke and maintain\n\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n  People ask me how do you maintain\n  You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)\n  Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change\n  N-gga, let 'em know how much you want it\n"}]