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
Traduction: L'Église. Blood Money.
Traduction: Metal Church. Blood Money.
I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday as she passed by And
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
interlude I beat niggaz head and blood drippin through a tube Peep bitch, I'm only here to change the fuckin mood And freeze you niggaz money like a
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
me animatin Let's turf talk before you niggaz thuggin it up It don't matter if you Crip'n, or Blood'n it up Dallas Squad blooded it up, smashin on sight
me 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
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
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
of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish A fake church
chipped tooth I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggaz work with the feds Doesn't matter, blood
