-Hook-
I can't keep my mind off my money my hands off my heat
And I dont know whats wrong with me
I'm so gone and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets
These bloody streets whats wrong with me
The weed the X and the henessy got me on point for my enemies
I know when I go ain't no turnin back
Bone niggas ain't never been industry
I can't keep my mind off my money my money my hands off my heat
And I dont know whats wrong with me
-Verse 1 Layzie Bone-
Them original niggas that stay in the game
Its bloody mo murda from grit to the grain
I'm strapped with a nina thats never gone change
You know what I mean I go out wit a bang
I'm fresh out the hood doin everyday thangs
Chill Hollywood niggas this shit is in danger
Dont act like you know me Lay still a stranger
This shit was all lame till I rearranged it
Hold up stop it can I get my props
Collect my profits head back to the Glock
Where the thugs is real and ain't afraid to kill
At least round here nigga back get watched
On a whole nother planet like an astrinaut
The only problem we got is the bastard cops
But we smash on em blast on em drag em out
Gotta keep that money comin at a faster route
I can't keep my mind off my money my hands off my heat
And I dont know whats wrong with me
I'm so gone and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets
These bloody streets whats wrong with me
The weed the X and the henessy got me on point for my enemies
I know when I go ain't no turnin back
Bone niggas ain't never been industry
I can't keep my mind off my money my money my hands off my heat
And I dont know whats wrong with me
-Verse 1 Layzie Bone-
Them original niggas that stay in the game
Its bloody mo murda from grit to the grain
I'm strapped with a nina thats never gone change
You know what I mean I go out wit a bang
I'm fresh out the hood doin everyday thangs
Chill Hollywood niggas this shit is in danger
Dont act like you know me Lay still a stranger
This shit was all lame till I rearranged it
Hold up stop it can I get my props
Collect my profits head back to the Glock
Where the thugs is real and ain't afraid to kill
At least round here nigga back get watched
On a whole nother planet like an astrinaut
The only problem we got is the bastard cops
But we smash on em blast on em drag em out
Gotta keep that money comin at a faster route
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