IN HAND IT'S A WORLD SELF CONTAINED WEAR NO COLORS BUT THEY HAVE A NAME SEE IT IN THEIR EYES, RACIAL GENOCIDE, BLOOD ON THE STREET LOVE MONEY PRISON
Gun In Hand It's A Wold Self Contained Wear No Clothes But They Have A Name See It In There Eyes Racial Genicide Blood On The Streets [chorus] Love, Money
been a dummy never did what the dummies do so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22 more money , more problem is true cause the more money I make the
out 50s an 20s I pass out 100s and 50s We make more money than Chemists, Doctors, and Lawyers, and Dentists Chemists, the Doctors, the Lawyers, money
lips and broke your heart You You were acting like it was the end of the world Love...love...love...love...love...love... Love...love...love...love...love...love... Love...love...love...love
track, man Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act And short nigga but these ho's love my accent She
'cause she likes to groove So come on fatso and just bust a move You're on a mission and your wishin' Someone could cure your lonely condition Lookin' for love
are all torn I'm moving away from the pain Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Ring, ring The old church bell The bride and her love
Jerry Lee Lewis had a child bride Only thirteen but he said he's justified Clint Eastwood starred on Raw Hide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love
love and of passion And there's pictures of keys and of strife There hung pictures of youth and of beauty Of old age and a blushing young bride They
People find some reason to believe Now Mary Lou loved Johnny With a love mean and true She said, "Baby I'll work for you every day And bring my money
whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa You need rocks on the 4th finger of your left hand Tell your bride's maid to hit off my best man Always on my mind like money You
When I see somebody's brother take a bride Weddings make a lot of people sad But if you're not the one, they're not so bad Another bride, another June
ride (Nigga, that's mobstability) And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese (Fool, that's mobstability) And when it's money over bitches
pretty little miss Come and go with me, my honey Take you where the grass grows green You never will want for money You never will want for money Pull
I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love I love you more than money and more than the stars above Love you more than madness, more
