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(feat. Busta Rhymes) [Chorus - Papoose] Gun to mind Mind to gun Define which one is the surviving one You say to mind your means is surviving Define it son Rappers use their mind 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 guns 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 Letras de canciones [Verse 1 - Papoose] Mind over matter You need common sense So you can analyze 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 gradia Governor Cozine scared of the mafia His way or the high way, no hesitation It's about to be a political assassination And they say the terrorists had plans to blow the Holland up Push the water into the 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 fucken swallow us [Chorus - Papoose] [Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes] Pap, you so right when you say the mind refines the dumb With the powerful jewel I drop they wonder where my knowledge from So I tell them I possess the power of an army Numb the oppression, all the aggression Combine it as one with science that awakes them when they sleep and re-forces them to replay it As it gets deeper they'll probably kill me when I try to say it Because of the power I possess already shit is funny The say I'm more potentially dangerous when I get money Never hesitate to kill a devil or superstition But the random orange alerts that scare you into submission I give your proper understanding, just acknowledge the wisdom There's still 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 shit While I share another perspective; the truthers don't abuse it As I have the ratchet I'm praying I do not have to use it [Chorus - Papoose] [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 niggas whose hold and stuck Like these body bluffing ass niggas supposed to front You can call me watch you wanna I couldn't give a golden fuck I 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 mutherfuckin' 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'm a roast his guts [Chorus - Papoose] From Letras Mania