you understand, it's blood money In the hand There's such a big demand for blood money In the sand A hundred and fifty grand, blood money In the hand
us We answer not to you It's blood money, we're paying all the time, It's blood money, no reason or no rhyme It's blood money, we're paying all the time
Käännös: Kirkko. Henkirahat.
Käännös: Metal Church. Henkirahat.
rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money
, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money
gotta sell it by Otherwise it just expires and spoils And these folks jump out the pot When the water too hot 'Cuz the fire boils inside You go to church
up to the break of light a lot of times (I gotta find myself) (3X) She had to remind herself They called her Safronia the unwanted seed Blood still blue
is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on your all white shirt Gucci man so gutter, I steal money out your purse Lay out in your yard, robbin' while you go to church
here creeping That's what that is pimp That's what that is pimp That's what that is pimp Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better Join
has seen this movie to the credits Living in this ghetto with no question High blood pressure, stressin' High gas prices, searching for a high to suppress it Some people turn to the church
Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings Eloheim as we bury kings Our fathers pumpin garbage in their blood streams The novel of Apollo, every thug thing Blood, money
in a coma, play the corners Gun holder sprayed the foreigners But today I'm no longer, much stronger Witness my song, 'cause [Chorus x2: Killah Priest (singer)] My life, money
it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't cake it, fuck you (Fuck you) Only my man blood
buck 68 P hit you in the head like a dutch to the face Or a cup full of liquor Come and fuck with you nigga 'cause I make drug money Gotta take blood
Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin Leave the fucker coughin up blood
