Lyrics:
on my triceps duddy y'all is funny to me
You thought I came by myself nope
It's money with me
It's the root of all evil
But the need of all people yours
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
Send blood hounds
Play against mine
It's no eject
Respect if we take it in blood
What you expect
Most slept now we waking the coast Up
Picture worth thousands imagine it
replace aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog
Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog
[Krayzie:]
I've been tryin ta gather my
The time has finally come you get a mouthful
You only act on greed and by your actions this is proof
And can't you see the flowers dyin' all around
She's in bed with the boys and the FBI
Dirty Diamonds
Blood soaked money in your shakin' fist
Dirty diamonds
Stone cold killers and you're on their
And everybody with me
(Haha, uh)
Money over everything, except blood
For money I do everything, shed blood
Spill blood, kill ya
Fo' sho' paper, you get
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road again
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I stripped
Blinded by the dollar
Chasing the thrill
Selling their souls for a momentary fill
Blood money
A price beyond measure
But in the end
Is it worth
Jadakiss awon temi
Nigborogan won faraki, won fakekori Wontun wokaki Wonbinu Wonpara
Wonfaraya by now Oyeki level mi ti pure
Awon tio mowe wontin makie
Money money money money
You ain't getting that shit
It's a tough or rough situation
When you're hungry for it
Blood, war and crime
Caused by money
stand
Well, he was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the blood below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back
a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it
Seven, this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix
They sweated blood and they washed down mud
With pints and quarts of beer
And now we're on the road again
With McAlpine's fusiliers
I stripped
Blood brothers blood brothers shit
Lil Boat! Yeah!
This that blood brother shit
This that AB see yo way out type shit
This that get a lot of
Cash
say hello to the guillotine
A killer fiends for blood
Screams of thugs like
Fiends for drugs, I don't need no love
Give me your fear, money, respect,
a field, hoping to find some soil
He dug and he dug and, what do you think?
Oil, oil, oil
The money rolled in and I rolled out
With a fortune piled so
a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it
Seven, this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix
blood
Show that pain is love
But I won't cry
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
For he
at his mustache and beard
Is weird, shit
You are an F-Channel
Not an Atari
Beg me for money, starving
Apple by Steve Jobs
Star Wars and King Kong
This for my hustlers, all my money go getters
You know i had a conversation
With one of my niggas one of my old head s
One of my mentor niggas
And i
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from nine to five
Nine to five, what a way to make
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