People ask me how do you maintain
 You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G)
 Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
 Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

 (Krayzie)
 Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
 1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow
 Nigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money
 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from
 Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before
 But we never got our props
 'til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
 But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace
 That was 1996, we back in the mix
 I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
 But everything started changin, business rearangin
 Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin
 Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit
 Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get
 But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
 And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up
 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war
 It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
 Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
 1999 nigga, still strugglin
 Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin
 Sharpen up ya thug mentality
 And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so I'm ???
 I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry
 So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me

 (Hook)

 (Ed. note-I'm not too sure about any of this verse)
 Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death
 With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less
 ??? ???? ??? that crazy muthafucka from the world's most dangerous group
 Mo Thugs Nation, ??? ??? ??? on your life
 That's absolutley what I'm gon' do
 Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
 Now I'm that muthafucka that be ??? ???, the nigga that bust all y'all
 My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
 I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like
 Tellin all biters to please stop tryin
 Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die
 Split up and fry, open his eyes ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? pop,
 shot one through his head
 Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
 It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill
 Now look through the ???, stop steel
 Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars
 No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
 We all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we roll
 And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes
 But I had my ??? ???, nah nigga that's my nuts ??? ??? ??? don't touch that
 And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love
 You can't dust on these bustas, so they die
 They only got love for those who love me
 In the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my money
 And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
 Especially when you hungry, nigga
 With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

 (Hook)

 (Bizzy)
 In '91 I'm runnin from the fuckin cops, don't ya know it
 That bitch was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it
 Know niggas that'd had no pussy
 Said that would never read or get to L.A.
 And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either
 Smokin that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin
 'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women
 But mine aside, so why you tellin your same ???
 When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
 We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
 Get ???, burn the whole store down all by myself
 ??? ??? ??? ??? for fuckin with the Bone flow
 Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta roll
 And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin sell-out?
 But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out?
 I'll bail out with a ???, that pussy makes me change
 Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
 Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain
 The villain is chillin with his children
 Bitch, I keeps it real!

 (Hook)

 (Layzie)
 I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
 A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line
 Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle
 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible
 Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission
 Listen, nigga pay attention
 Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death
 Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (???)
 Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
 Nigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoney
 It's like this nigga, I don't even fuck around
 If a nigga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around
 Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style
 When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
 See my niggas doin a damn thing, Flesh
 Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know
 Heaven'z Movie, yours truely, Mr. Gambini
 (Kraaaayzie)It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie
 And when you ask me how I maintain
 I watch my niggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game
 Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures
 Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya
 Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership
 Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain

 (Hook)