Money On My Mind - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Money On My Mind
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Johnny David Mollings, Leonardo V Mollings

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Lyric:
Yeah
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
Money money on my mind
So money is all I think of

Steppin' out the motherfuckin' car they in awe
I'm lookin' like a star bitch when you see me make a wish
Holla at ya motherfuckin' boy J.R.
Bird man my pa bitch ball bred born rich

Dear Mr. Toilet I'm the shit
Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick
I know but trip and that forty make a chip
Out a potato head wimp and like ranch I dip

And the hustle was all muscle just strength
When it comes to that weight I don't struggle I just lift
I got my hand on the game yeah, I make a grip
Hundred grand in my fist same on my wrist

Get key money from a quarter blame it on my wrist
I whip coke like hoes nigga I'm a pimp
Lil' nigga 'bout to rape the market
If we talkin' 'bout money baby now we talkin'

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Yeah, nigga get it in a slump if you know how
In the heart of the summer we need a snow plow
What you know 'bout that baby it's yo time
Coke transactions on the phone we call it blow job

Too fast for the feds too cocky for the cops
Had to ditch my old bitch gettin' sloppy wit the pots
Hoppin' off the boat meetin' papi at the docks
He tell me I'm gainin' weight I tell him I'm gettin' paid

Money over bitches I'm yellin' it to the grave
Developed at a young age go after what pays
These Cabana sunshades block the sun rays
I drop a car note in the mall on the first day

I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way
That cake like it's it's my birthday
New Orleans my birthplace ya heard me
Where moneys more important than the person, nigga

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Twistin' up a blunt thinkin' 'bout my next dollar
I'm diggin' in the game tryna get some money out her
I'm so vain it's a problem
It ain't a stain on these Pradas I'm just bein' modest

Got me a goddess sure how to divide it
She still down and she don't get none of the profit
We around the city let the tints hide me
Thats a cold muthafucker whoever inside it

Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
I make it run like horses do
Giddy up baby if you got it then hit 'em up baby
I know it's crazy but I can't get enough baby

I love it, I fuckin' love it
I'm a self made millionaire fuck the public
Ridin' to myself 'cause I don't fuck with nothin'
Pistol on my lap on the way to the money

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)

Money on my mind
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Get money)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

Money on my mind
(Yeah)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money money on my mind

Money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
Money on my mind
(Get money)
Money money on my mind
(Fuck bitches)
So money is all I think of
(Get money)

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Shotgun Fire - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Shotgun Fire
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Jim Jones

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Lyric:
Dip-Set, uh
Jones, Capo Status
Dip-Set nigga
You know the streets is what it is nigga
Watch ya step and watch ya moves

Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy
You can see I'm tryin' to lead my democracy
To get money and rip sleeve off of my city
And slow down, then try to breeze through the projects B
And how I speeds in velocity
We came up movin' keys of that knotty B
My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B
The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany
In my life you can't see me, not possibly
How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes
When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems
'Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver

Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire
I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up
Didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though
And they came back to my block like riders
But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire
A fast retally, now it's cash we tally
Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali
Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip
Where they Henny sip
Beef we let the semi rip

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through town
And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found
How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not shine
Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the time
They love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose
They get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'
Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup
Mind fuck her, brain fuck her
Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her movin' that work
I mean two of them chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke
So ruthless it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk
When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk
Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch
Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as sick as maggot
But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth
No chips or no cabbage

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

I'm so problematic
And do to servin' Harlem-matics
My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static
Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs
365 all around set every nite
I ain't the passive type
On the benches where I crashed them nites
Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white
Spend days up in court
How I shaved weight to snort
Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, since success it has changed
Since we, stepped up in this game
And stepped up wit' our game
No more chef cuttin' cain
Hoes X'd up in they brain
Lemme sex up in the Range
So much princess cuts in my chains

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
Mind on my money, my money on mind
You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

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Gin And Juice - Lyrics - Gourds

Title: Gin And Juice
Artist: Gourds
Composer(s): Mark Adams, Steve Arrington, Cordozar Broadus, Harry Casey, Richard Finch, Raymond Turner, Steve Washington, Daniel Webster, Andre Young

Lyric:
With so much drama in the L.B.C.
It's kinda hard bein' Snoop D-O-double-G
But I, somehow, some way
Keep comin' up with funky ass shit like every single day

May I kick a little something for the G's?
And, make a few ends as I breeze through
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin'
'Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on
And, they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
So what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket
Full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors
But, but what? We don't love them ho's, yeah
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Now that I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in
Now this type of shit happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie
She used to be the homeboys lady
(Oh, that bitch?)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze
Bitch, I'm just

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Later on that day, my homey
Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke, shit, this ain't no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top
'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot
Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you ho's, I'm out the do' and I'll be

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

Rollin' down the street, smokin' endo
Sippin' on gin and juice, bitch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind

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That'S My Lady (Money) - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: That'S My Lady (Money)
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): N. Perez, Ron Bryant, P. Broussard, N. Hale

Lyric:
Money, money, money, money

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

She's my peso, my denero, my paper, my playmate
She's always on time and never a day late
She's never on a diet, my pockets they gain weight
And me without her is some I can't take

Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends
She's my fatty, I'm her daddy and she's my best friend
Got me spending weekends in Kingston Jamaica
Ooh my favorite chicken, ooh, I love my paper

And when she step out of line, that he gone get on the grind
Facing penitentiary time, but she's eventually mine
The same color as my hydro, I swear I've got the only breezy
That I die for, my mind sold

In love with this cheddar, me and her go together
Like birds of one feather, she keep me riding on leather
And chrome, you know it's on when my baby come home
She's my playboy bunny, that's sweeter than honeycomb

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

Love at first sight, sex on the first night
My blessing when I'm stressing, she's keeping my game tight
She's doing the thing right, she's beeping compliancy
If I'm Ricky Ricardo, then she's my Lucy

My fly serenity, my pocket is energy
As a matter of fact, she's gone bring the Hennessey
I loved to hold her, fold her, her love is so douja
Got them dime pieces making love to my poster
(What is it?)

I'm loving this part of the game
And my money ain't genocide I got to explain
Swinging her from lane to lane, we doing the damn thing
My money, my motivation, my national campaign

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stray true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

My pride, my joy, my everything
(That's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything
(What I am talking about)
My pride, my joy, my everything
(That's what I am talking about)
I ride my boy on everything

That's my lady, she will never jack me down
(Money, money, money)
That's my baby, she's gone always be around
(Money, money, money)
She will never play me, she'll stay true when I leave town
(Money, money, money)
That's my playmate
Got my mind on my money, got my money on my mind

(Money, money, money)
Yo, my [Incomprehensible] is crashed
(Money)
The hysteria that we [Incomprehensible]
(Money, money, money)
Darling, no

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Too Much On My Mind - Lyrics - Future Without A Past - Leaders Of The New School

Title: Too Much On My Mind
Album: Future Without A Past
Artist: Leaders Of The New School
Composer(s): Bryan Higgins, Marlon King, James Jr Jackson

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Lyric:
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind

My mind, ready to go, it's time
I gotta gotta know, where I'm going in life
A constant headache for Charlie B
But I take an aspirin and sleep
For a bit, then I dream about making more hits
Wake up, it's not funny
The rent is due and I don't got the money
The landlord says "Get out"
Sorry to hear that, no doubt
I work for a jerk that can't understand
Pride and soul cause I'm a man
Minimum wage in the age of the future
Move too slow, damn, it might shoot ya
Make fools out of me and you
I sit relax and just continue
To (to) think (think) that there is
Just too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind

Got up this morning (Too much)
Still sleepy and yawning (Too much)
My stomach is growling (Too much)
The bus is crowding (Too much)
I told my boss I'm getting paid (Too less)
So I quit, and sit with my last check
I go to the mall and can't get fresh
For 99 dollars and 95 cents
Plus, I don't want to hear it
There's too much on my mind and I can hear it
Calling for the dinco
Here comes my girl, wait, I gotta go
Nah, I'm not running, I'll just say no
And go and tell my homeboy Jerell
He can't spell but he knows, relief
(He can't spell but he knows relief)

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it
Do this (Do that) Go here (Go there)
It's too much on my mind
The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it
No money (No job) No home (No life)
It's too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind
Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind

Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you're down and beat
You're all by yourself in a little corner, no one to help you
Yo, it's like this, you know sometimes you gotta stand up strong for self
Do the little things on your own
Strive hard, strive for perfection
And I'm a tell you one thing
Leaders of the New School, definitely gonna rule things
From our beginning time, till forever, peace

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40 - Automatic - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Automatic
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Donald Fletcher, Kenneth Gamble, Leon A Huff, A Jackson, John Jackson, Earl Stevens, Hal Davis, Weldon Parks

Lyric:
Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, Baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

Do the portable scale, stackin' my mil
Avoidin' the law, stayin' out of jail
Possession of sales, pocket all sales
Conspiracy charges, hate betrayals

Payin' the rent
'Cause I don't write nothin' down
I keep it all in my head, intelligent
About my business, memory like an elephant

Chasin' the dream, suit up for cream
Special represented tactics team
They out for teams and infrared beams
Pointed at domes, and backs, and spleens

Fire hydrants, ambulance sirens
Suspended license, police indictments
Righteously what it all boils down to
Is basically who's the wisest

Ooh, my heart made of granite
Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it
I didn't come in here empty handed
I came in here on business and y'all gone retrospect it dammit

Been out the game, did that mane
Vallejeo I claim, made the name
Feel my pain, ghetto fame
Magazine street hustla mane

Messin' around in the fast lane
Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs
Novas, Granadas, and Falcons
Project livin' and public housin'

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, uh)
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

Ladies and gentlemen, it's ghetto F A Beezy, F A Sheezy
Bustas hate me 'cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, these techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy

I get money on the grind
So if you got ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind
Ya honey gone be mine
'Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly
The kids look sunny on the shine

I'm gettin' ticked off again
Y'all must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in
The click often been, blowin' sticky
That come in the same jars that they stick coffee in

And I got chicks offerin'
But I play hard to get, unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again
You lookin' at the way the coast to coast G do it
From the Brooklyn to the Bay, bring the hook in by the way, oh

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'
To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'

It don't matter if you locin' or bleedin'
Whether it's backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in
You slow pokin' or speedin'
All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or succeedin'

I'm gettin' used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin'
Stayin' focused while feedin', so I don't choke what I'm eatin'
I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in
To sit with white folks in a meetin', please believe it

I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang Cain
Respected on the streets before the fame
Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game

Paid my dues, obeyed the rules
Stuck to the script, me and the click
All a my fellows and all a my dawgs
Ridin' the mustard and mayonnaise on vogues

Feelin' em up, sittin' 'em down
Bossin' and flossin' all over the town
Hardest state Benzes ya ever heard
In ya life man, write that down

Automatic, systematic, do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mind
In the traffic, baller status, do what you do playa
Just keep on hustlin' on the grind

To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'
To all you playas out there hustlin'
And all my thugs that be thuggin'

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Mashin' For Mine - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: Mashin' For Mine
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): John Benson Sebastian, Steve Boone, Jay King, Mark Sebastian, Denzil Foster, Thomas Derrick Mcelroy

Lyric:
Huh, feel this here, baby, I grind, got to stay on it
Know what I'm talking about, Moe on his grind
Huh, all the time, I even like to bump and grind
Feel that, huh, listen to this here huh, what

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

I'm steady, trying to hit this lick
On tip the script
Until I'm rich, put this dick off
In you bitches and you hoes

I ain't gonna let these niggas take
I'm not gonna hesitate to break
I put my chrome against your face and now it's on

Trying to get this paper on my block
I'm not gonna stop to the villain and flop
My glock stay cocked and I keep flashing shrome

One, one, two, two, two, three three three, four

Hot damn, summer in the city
Drop looking pretty, sitting on 20's
I am, Big Motorola serving the soda
Crawling through the clover

Hot damn, money in the city
Boys ain't tripping, never gave a flipping
I am, Big Casanova
Players get chosen, you know the game over

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

Say money, more whips and clothes
As I flow, y'all know true players get chose
So, I'm at it till the light turn loud
Might break my spine, long as I die trying

Should find go ahead, get thick as a gauge
With the hustle and tussle, baby, Noke D bringing pain
Huh, somebody said Noke you got some hot tracks
I said, "Yeah, we stay together we gone give it right back"

I want the roof capping save for the guts and snows
They playing you and no chips, so I could spot my foes
And let them know we throwed, check the lingo
Kids from the dingo with the neon glow

Pee on snow, 'cause we all know
Put the T on toes give me a trophy 'cause, 'It's murder she wrote'
Uh, you holding one slangers, game re-arrangers
Steady on the grind, it just changes

Disrespect the major boy you doing too much
Plus we done chopped it up and left them all screwed up
Chewed up and spit out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Without a doubt it's on, when Texas place touch the light to make it hot

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

Steady on the grind, all the time
Steady on the grind, all the time
I got money on my mind, so I mash for mine
I stay steady on the grind all the time

Let me hear you say money, money, money
Let me hear you say money, money, money
Let me hear you say money, money, money

M I N E, that be M O E me
Roll thorough the game and chop and chop
Know what I'm talking 'bout, yeah ay yeah

Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Yeah ay yeah, uh, uh

M O N E Y, it's Big Moe so player fly
I like to stack my change ya know
Moe Yo, I'm gone roll, gone roll

I said money, money, money
Say money, money, money
Say money, money, money
Yeah ay yeah

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The Grind - Lyrics - Worldwide Underground - Erykah Badu

Title: The Grind
Album: Worldwide Underground
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Erykah Badu

Lyric:
Every day is a struggle how to hustle some doe
If you was raised in the hood well, then you already know
It be days, it be good but mostly money be slow
Have you ever been hungry before?

Steady on the grind, steady on the grind
'Cause I got to make it happen for one last to make ya know me
Steady on the grind, steady on the grind
'Cause I got to make it happen, ain't nobody gone do it for me
Gotta get these dollars man

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind
Money on mind, steady on the grind
Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind
Money on my mind, it's already on my mind, it's already on my mind

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind
Money on mind, steady on the grind
Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind
Money on my mind, it's already on my mind, it's already on my mind

Every day is a struggle how to hustle some doe
If you was raised in the hood well then you already know
It be days it be good but only money be slow
Have you ever been hungry before?

Well, I'm a freedom fighter, this killa keep him off his Darbie
People army guerrilla, economic development down for manual labor
Revolutionary hustler fund raiser, catch me doing outreach
See me running the streets politically educated but never graduated

Call me doc like my dude Shakure fight for the core
Have you ever been hungry before? Nigga fa sure

Mommy got a job makin? 'bout six somethin' an hour
She became the breadwinner when daddy was unemployed
Working forty plus hours and kissing ass
Seeming like the only honest way she can get some cash

She struggglin? she don?t know I be hustlin? pulling my own weight
I be hearing them fuss and fightin? at night mad late
Over economics; it?s logic meaning they don?t got it
Living in the projects, money?s the only object

She makes $280 a week, standing on her feet
The ends ain't even meeting the family ain?t eatin?
'Cause if taxes is ten percent, and the rest if for the rent
Then crime is what u get and niggaz is innocent

See it really ain?t about if you eatin? or not eatin?
It?s freedom or not freedom, breathin? or not breathin?
?Nother day, ?nother way, ?nother dollar spent
Gotta make a revolution out of fifteen cent

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Mind On Our Money - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind On Our Money
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
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

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

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
Till 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 rearrangin'
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, it's 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 [unverified]
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

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

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
[Unverified] that crazy muthafucka
From the world's most dangerous group

Mo thugs nation, [unverified] on your life
That's absolutely what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], 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 [unverified] 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 [unverified] 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 [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified]
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

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

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 [unverified]

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 [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself
[unverified] 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 [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
Shootin' thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it real

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

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 [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony
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's movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
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

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

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Only Begotten Son - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: Only Begotten Son
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, J Atkins, R Mays, T Fyffe

Lyric:
He who believeth in Ja shall not be condemned
But he that believeth not is condemned already
Only because he has not believed
In the name of the only begotten son, my Lord

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

Yeah, why would you leave somethin you love here to die
In the cold and it grows like a concrete rose
Beautiful, ain't I? Till I withered and died
On insane streets you left me and, screamin' "Lord let me in"

I don't know where to begin since I lost your love
But then again your love was strictly for the drugs
I don't know whether to hug or to fill you with slugs
Fuckin' them whores instead of claimin' whats rightfully yours

Hole in my heart from all the pain you caused
With no direction you left your first born lost
Give or take a few 'cause my hate for you
Grew, over the years through blood, sweat, and tears

I wanted to be just like you, my father figure, now I wanna fight you
You bitch nigga, left me 'lone and parts of me never out grown
The fact that you left home when mom's was so strong
"Don't let them get you fed, this world is yours", she said

Now nothin' that stoppin' me but two to the head
In life there's more to come when it's all said and done
You lost one, love, your only begotten son

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

But what a nigga live for and damn ready to die young
I'm the shadow behind the gun look at what I've become
The feared of many niggas, the floss of most bitches
The love that runs deepest in the hearts of street niggas

Raised in the ghetto by the ghetto, was taught young to pop the metal
Thats how shit get settled, learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly my bitches with birds and furs not coats

Never trust ya from a toddler to hustla
I was trained as a youngsta to cock back and slug ya
Love me or hate me, ya only son
Let me live or kill me, the chosen one

Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin' for
Life's got more to come but when its all said and done
You lost one, love, your only begotten son

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

I wanted to be forever yours, looking now at nothin' more than
Two lost souls lookin' to meet at the cross roads
I burn the hydro, lay back with my eyes closed
In deep thought like Brittany is somethin' I'd die for

How the fuck do you sleep at night?
Knowin' you wrong the only thing you ever did right
Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short
Now I got a new father whose name is New York

Runnin' wild in the streets with heat, we don't talk
'Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark
When light would shine from the heavens
And bless one, Ja Rule love, your only begotten son

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

For he so feared the world he left his only begotten son
To shed his blood, show that pain is love
But I wont cry 'cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money and my guns to the sky

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Bury Me A G - Lyrics - Resurrection Soundtrack - 2pac

Title: Bury Me A G
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Rated R O'Kelly Isley, C Jasper, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Tupac Shakur, Rudolph Isley, D Rivers, Maurice Harding, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Thug Life
Thinkin' back
Reminiscing on my teens
A young G
Getten' paid over dope fiends
Fuckin' off cash that I make
Nigga, what's tha sense of workin hard
If you never get tp play
I'm hustlen'
Stayin' out till it's dawn
And commin' home
At 6 o'clock in tha mornin'
Hand's on my glock
Eye's on tha prize
Finger on tha trigga when a nigga rides
Shootin' craps
Bustin' niggas out tha door
Pick my money off tha floor
God bless tha tre-four
Stuck on full, drunk again
Sippin' on Gin
With a couple of friends
Sayin' those thug life niggas be like major pimps
Stickin' to tha rules is what made it simp
And if I die
Let it be
But when they come for me
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

More Trouble than tha average
Just made 25 and I'm livin' like a savage
Bein a G ain't no easy thing
Cause you could fuck around get crossed
And get stuck in tha game
And for tha rest of your life you will sit and remineise
Wonder why it had to end like this
And to tha G's you can feel my pain
Till tha mothafuckas gets born again
You thought I was a game kid
I'm not tha nigga for playin games
I let my buckshots rang
When I pull tha trigga on my gauge
I'm on tha rampage
Makin' runs for tha devil
Ain't nothin' on my mind
Will get me in some trouble
I'm tryin to ride
No more loves
For me hard to figure
Get a nigga, smoke a blunt
Or is a jury starts (break that shit)
I gives a fuck nigga
Stuck outta luck
When I bust
Pull me to my death
But I'm a G to tha enemy

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I got nothen' ta loose so I choose to be a killer
Went from bangin' ta slangin'
Now I'm a dope dealer
All my life payed tha price to be tha boss
Back in school
Wrote tha rules on getten' tossed
Poppin' rocks on tha block was a past time
Pack a 9 all the time
You wanna test mine ?
Don't cry
I die before they play me
From tha cradle to tha grave
Bury me
Straight Thug G
Kickin' it with tha homies in tha hood
Getten' drunk, smokin' blunts
A bitch said I was no good
I gives a fuck
I spend my time in tha dope spot
Never had no time for no bitch
Instead slangin' rocks
And bustin' caps on you punk ass marcs
Fake ass G's
Bitch niggas with no heart
I'm stayin' real till I'm 6 feet deep
So when a nigga gone
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

Stuck on Full
Tangaray got a nigga high
Lord knows I don't need another DUI
I led a Thug Life
Heartless hustler
Just cause I fucked
Don't mean I trust her
Now my pagers vibratin'
Can't sleep
So I'm mobbin' to tha ho's house
Pumpin' Isely
Is it cool ta fuck is what I'm askin
Bitch recognize game and start laughen
When I'm all in those guts and shit
Prayin' that a nigga don't nut too quick
Cause I'll fuck and get up and let ya know
I'll be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho
Lots a ho's get mad and shit
I let a trick be a trick
You can have that bitch
Cause I doubt if I change
Tha games a mothafucker
Real niggas turn ta bustas
Bury Me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my mothafucken riches
Even when I die
They won't worry me
Mama don't cry
Bury me a G

I ain't got time for bitches --- bitches

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M.O.B. - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: M.O.B.
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Yafeu A. Fula, Anthony Banks, Curtis Couthon, Sonny Sowles, Bruce Washington, Tyruss Gerald Himes

Lyric:
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

Thugs known to bust on sight
God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin' that thug life
Been raised in violence, homicide's my lullaby
Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die

Bose players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride
Bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits
I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops

As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine
You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime
My time as a shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John Gottis and Scarfaces

Niggas knew, I'd be the Don in my own crew
A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert
'Cause we comin' for you and keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot till you drop
All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots
I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me
Actin' all new to me I creep on you like puberty

You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage
From here to East Greenwich
Through every state with a sentence, frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya, 1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers

When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
Bacardi coverin' my body at the wink and a smile
Bag a hottie or two, 'cause butter shotties for you
I got more bodies than Drew, I drink Minoti Anu, fuck your crew
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it's fatal dog against everybody

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

My shit's phenomenal, droppin' like Domino
Comin' with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo
This is not for all the freaks in short skirts
This is for my niggaz nationwide doin' work, get your feelings hurt

Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja
Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom
Move as smooth as I get 'em, I'm stackin' G's
My niggas crosstown got kis'
Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

I'm hittin' sixteen switches, my money over bitches
The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches
I'm contrived to strive never laggin'
Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin'

As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
Pager blowin' up but I don't give a fuck
I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin'
Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty fo's even

So what can you do for me and what can I do for you
But stay true and do the things that we do
Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring
Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings

Losin' my mind why you sweatin' me all the time
I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind
Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches
I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin', I hope he awoken
Payin' my own that's tokin' chokin' off a glocks smokin'
Money and power watch these bitches 'cause they skinless
Gettin' niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles

Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler
Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin' ya
Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin' in flocks
Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin' a watch out for cops

Gettin' kicked, I keep my mind on my riches
While uncontrolled schemes
Keep me choosin' my money over all my bitches

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches

That's right nigga
Money over motherfuckin' bitches
M.O.B. on 'em nigga
Keep your motherfuckin' mind on your money, fuck these hoes
You don't need no motherfuckin' bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight
Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools
We up out of this bitch here

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Blown Away - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Blown Away
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Darrell Jr Yates, Kenyatta Blake, Paul Hendricks, Bob James, Tekonmin Williams

Lyric:
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high

I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
But sometimes the flesh get's weak
And I regret the decision I choose

But I'm not trying to sing the blues
'Cuz life goes on, remembering the verse Nitty showed me the song
Kept me calm for a minute though
Got me mellowin' Juda blaze the Cocoa

But in the back of my mind I still know
I still got a job to do, for real yo
Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
Lick 'em off, soon be back to bill yo

On the bricks side where it's real for sho
But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow
It's a struggle but the mo, I smoke the mo my mind flow

Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high everybody fuckin' wit me
'Cuz they know I keep a pound of trees 'cuz I gotta maintain in me
But I'm losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high
Gotta link with my B.N.C.

It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil
I can't knock him though, 'cuz we was once consider peoples
We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs
We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up

I burglarize my first joint playin' with stack money
Who motto was "I die for it" quote from Stack Money
Head cappo, 'cuz shots round the big apple
Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you

Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke philly comin' out the ash tray

I didn't even know, just knew my man, Mr. Brown
And I've been linkin' up with dunn for 3 months now
Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee
Returned to death stair, eye's full of blood shot

Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga, fuck you
Fuck him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too
Like it's cool to be smokin' on the rulers
Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the buddhas

I'm losin' my mind, rollin' my dime
Friend of mind, tryin' to lace my weed
That's a muthafuckin' friend I don't need

It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man
For some shit that you been through, but you don't understand
It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game
If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game

I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick
Money came home, but he got hit
In the bubble whip, with the system in it
One shot, fire two, then burst shit that's what happen when you thrust

You think you comin' home, but you meetin' chrome
You really thought you had the throne, 'cuz you was the bone
On the block, as the bomb rock, now you
Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin'

All the rules of the game, so you plan flop
Niggas seein a vision, tryin' to make it to the top

Now I'm losin' my mind, gotta take time if I wanna roll that weed
'Cuz you know I gotta roll it in the leaf, can't fuck with no stemi
I'm losin' my mind, smokin' my dime on the lo lo from these
'Cuz you know them niggas lookin' for me
From some shit back from the 80's

I'm losin' my mind
Fuckin' wit ya niggas one time

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Dance Epidemic - Lyrics - Señor Smoke - Electric Six

Title: Dance Epidemic
Album: Señor Smoke
Artist: Electric Six
Composer(s): Tyler Spencer

Lyric:
Dance epidemic tonight

Your body goes to waste
Every minute you don't give it to me
I'm dyin' for your sins on the dance floor
Can't you see?

You know it's still on my mind
Still on my mind, still on my mind
It's still on my mind
Still on my mind, still on my mind
I want it so bad but I'm never gonna get it
This girl's on fire, it's a dance epidemic

Baby, looks like a dance epidemic to me
I'm seein' things I thought I'd never see
Dance epidemic tonight, start again tonight

You've got your nice apartment
West L.A., Wilshire and Bundy
Is that where you get your kicks now, honey?
Is that where you spend your money?

You know it's still on my mind
Still on my mind, still on my mind
It's still on my mind
Still on my mind, still on my mind
I want it so bad but I'm never gonna get it
This girl's on fire, it's a dance epidemic

Baby, looks like a dance epidemic to me
I'm seein' things I thought I'd never see
Dance epidemic tonight, start again tonight

It's getting harder to breathe
Your sexy lies cutting into me
I want it so bad but I'm never gonna get it
This girl's on fire it's a dance epidemic

It's a dance epidemic

Baby, looks like a dance epidemic to me
I'm seein' things I thought I'd never, never see
Dance epidemic tonight, start again tonight

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No More - Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

Title: No More
Album: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Tmix J Shute, Tristan Jones, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Yeah, hustla

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

The pots hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man on the clock like hands
Grindin' like teeth, get money like heat
Cliff Hukstable keep it comin' like Keith

Gotta make last forever for worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil so guns I got several
And everybody plays, the fool says Aaron Nevelle
But I just play to win holler back like heavy metal

Smellin' like pedals from a rose so they ***
My breads buildin' bagels and legos
When I rose they froze, trust me for the pesos
I'm an A hole AK holes

Think face blow and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case closed
Brown bag ***

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

Young new investment ain't no turnin' me back
Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the life
Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that white

At a reasonable price nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain wit you
You *** hatin' well, I guess they gonna be starvin' wit you
I got 2 jobs, I sell and I cop ***
Like father like son well, I was adopted

I told the Birdman, stunna give me a chance
And I don't even wanna tell you what I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam'
Takin' that hood *** and copped about 24 grams

Man, I guess it is what it is, it was what it was
Before the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
Either way I'm six figures before my first record
I'll stunt y'all, don't respect my my work habits, I'm a hustla

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

From an eight to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an 0 to the ozies, that how I'm hood rich
And murder was the case got me emptyin' lot of clips
Stunna hollerin' Birdman, *** right back in this ***

Third world throw the you up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With this money on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift
Them high rise dealin' me and youngin' on some ***
Breaking bread, choppin' millions 'cause a *** ain't ***

Told as a youngin' how to roll with the chopper
If money on your block for the money I'ma pop ya
*** wanna hate but they money wouldn't stop us
From ridin' fly whips now they *** out jockin'

We stunnin' while ya hating **, stunna is what made you **
I hear you poppin' *** but the Birdman raised you ***
Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
And Cash Money can't save ya

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right nah

I got the brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money right

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