[Hook - Papoose (Busta Rhymes)]
Gun to mind
Mind to gun
Define which one is the surviving one
You say your mind is your means of surviving
Define it son
Rappers use their minds
Since the mind behind the gun
The mind refines the dumb
Guarding them for time to come
(Drop it son)
Gun to mind
Mind to gun
Define which one is the surviving one
You say your gun is your means to surviving
Define it son
Where you get your power from when drama comes?
Behind the gun
Power is money
Money is power
(Drop it son)
[Verse 1 - Papoose]
Mind over matter
You need common sense
So you can an*lyze and study current events
Politics got me sick to my stomach
I'm feeling nausea
Can't go to Atlantic City to get my dollars up
The casino's shut down from the bottom up
Lost a lot of money out there
Feel like they robbing us
The governor he a billionaire
He got a lot of bucks
Guess all the money he made is just not enough
Suicidal bombers in and out of La Guardia
Governor Corzine scared of the mafia
His way or the high way, no hesitation
It's about to be a political a**a**ination
And they say the terrorists had plans to blow the Holland up
Push the water into Manhattan to flood the island up
They say it can't happen
Man they always lie to us
The Hudson River got enough water to f**in' swallow us
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[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes]
Pap, you so right when you say that the mind refines the dumb
With the powerful j**el I drop they wonder where my knowledge from
So I tell them that I possess the power of an army numb of the impression
Or the aggression and combine it as one with science
That awakens the sleeping and re-forces them to replay it
As it gets deeper they'll probably try to k** me if I say it
Because of the power I possess already sh** is funny
The say I'm more potentially dangerous when I get money
Never hesitate to k** a devil or the superstition
But the random orange alerts that scare you into submission
But I give your proper understanding, just acknowledge the wisdom
There instill the fear of god and the fear of terrorism
But no matter the circumstances I'll be the one first to get the iron
Command my respect and survive me the worst sh**
While I share another perspective; the truth is don't abuse it
As I have the ratchet I'm praying I DO NOT have to use it
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[Verse 3 - Papoose]
Power is money so in guns we trust
All we do is re-up, bag up, roll, and puff
They saying freeze, I've done froze enough
Rather close my eyes before I let these cops close my cuffs
Call me grimey, I give n***as whose hold and stuck
Like these body bluffing-a** n***as supposed to front
You can call me watch you wanna
I couldn't give a golden f**
I'll take the pennies out your loafers punk
See you got your man posted up
Don't tell him to hold you down
You going to need someone to hold you up
When I put it to his chest and unload the pump
I'm going to hit him until his mutherf**in' shoulders touch
I think with my gun
Keep the 'fo in my nuts
Roll up on you while you rolling a blunt
They say, "Keep your enemy close"
Keep my enemy close - for what?
I catch my enemy close, I'mma roast his guts
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