Papoose - Drop It lyrics

[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 [Hook] [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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]