givin' up identities Ain't my forte makin' pennies They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's Like [Incomprehensible], leavin' nowhere to be found but buried The gun won't fail me, the money
that's that Catch me fuckin' with a bitch that can't stand rap I get at niggaz like the stole from me, stole from me Their bank account lookin' like no money, no money
thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth That's right, niggaz best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money
havin' that Get 'em in the club when that shit jam packed Keep thinkin' its a game get your man tooks I'm never under pressure, never seen hands shook Blood money
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all ya gotta do I'm not dealing with you Not the one to thank Execution therapy Put that in your bank You're a liar (Blood money) Liar (Due now) Liar (Blood money
justice have changed You do what you've got to 'cause you can't walk away Blood money, that's what I call it No money for blood ain't no fair exchange Blood money
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
! Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood money Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood
brothers and justice have changed You do what you gotta 'Cause you can't walk away Blood money That's what I call it 'Cause money for blood Ain't no fair exchange Blood money
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
were doing I believe in Bible And I believe in what God said Money, money for blood Money, money for blood Money, money for blood Money, money for blood
[Chorus] [Repeat 2x] Yo, New York get the blood money Drty cash, smoke hydro green Sill mix it wit hash To all the weed spots Niggaz know I'm known to
[chorus] [repeat 2x] Yo, new york get the blood money Drty cash, smoke hydro green Sill mix it wit hash To all the weed spots Niggaz know I'm known to
The gloves are off, it's time to kill Despite the body count ensued Flowers and bodies pile up in ash and memory While your freedom is raped by gunfire
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I'd sell your heart to the junkman baby For a buck, for a buck If you're looking for someone To pull you out of that ditch You're out of luck, you're