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
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Blood Money.
Übersetzung: Metal Church. Blood Money.
ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money My talents are blood deep, you can't
: I love to see my people living in love I hate to see them fighting and swimming in blood Nuff neglect the farming, the scorn in the mud Yet they want
: I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed
steelo I'll be stabbing you in the jugular vein of your neck like Joe Pesci in the beginning of Casino [Mr. Hyde] I got a bad blood fetish Split open
you All them things that money buy You won't need 'em when you die, baby (Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...) "Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money
disease She can't keep dick out her ovaries She like a nigga with money just a project hoe How many dicks can one hoe blow ? I think I seen her after church
where God is gonna put us, I was strapped outside of your church in a car full of hookers. Sex! Watch our? Time is money, I've got a clock full of diamonds
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt Gucci so gutta he'll steal money out ya purse Lay up in ya yard, rob ya when ya go to church Ya love white
five)] Look in my eyes I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise Got to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em) Buzzin' like a bee
three million population 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, cuz [Chorus x2: Killah Priest (singer)] My life, money
disappear smoke thick Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for hoes Drag my ass down the air like I care Scar that ass, leave your shirt open like an arab Makin money
