Songtexte:
Killing Joke Money Is Not Our God

not our God Money, money's not our God Money, money's not our God Money, money's not our God Money, money's not our God Money, money's not our God Money

the 5-0 killed naud he cooked all day, man u would?ve thought they killed cornbread, shot him up face down on the lawn, not to mention he had handcuffs, not

the whole street The Night Creepers, bout to heat our enemy Lights Off, Mask On Creep Silent Life's gone we don't left yo block quiet Retaliate wait, know you not

way my brother lives I shall not die (never), why must we be so high? I pray to God, (please God) take me to your path And show me how, to live with all

of my drawer that should have been sent by now Sealed in an envelope One is addressed to my ex and it says that I feel our friendship's a joke One is

clown [Trife Da God] Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the children But first, we gotta save our spoons I was taught not to waste my

wheels fall off And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boys We some game spitters, bitch getters hit niggaz Six figgas fir this ice, this is our

the 5-0 killed naud he cooked all day, man u would?ve thought they killed cornbread, shot him up face down on the lawn, not to mention he had handcuffs, not

hill while they laughing at ya [Hook] [Hell Rell] Your rap book is a whole bunch of riddles that you scribble Your not a baller you can't dribble, and ya middle name is