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
Перевод: Церкви. Деньги крови.
Перевод: Metal Church. Деньги крови.
fuckin 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
fourth album, and I still get in that ass nigga (HOOK 2X) (Verse 2) It's Dark and Hell is Hot, Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood And Then There Was
five) {3:22 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
church if there's some money left From lying on the beach They're selling jesus again They're selling jesus again They want your soul and your money
rockin' J's Bottles and 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
, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money
gotta sell it by Otherwise it just expires and spoils And these folks jump out the pot When the water too hot 'Cuz the fire boils inside You go to church
up to the break of light a lot of times (I gotta find myself) (3X) She had to remind herself They called her Safronia the unwanted seed Blood still blue
is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on your all white shirt Gucci man so gutter, I steal money out your purse Lay out in your yard, robbin' while you go to church
here creeping That's what that is pimp That's what that is pimp That's what that is pimp Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn better Join
has seen this movie to the credits Living in this ghetto with no question High blood pressure, stressin' High gas prices, searching for a high to suppress it Some people turn to the church
Guns poppin Satan, feel our feather wings Eloheim as we bury kings Our fathers pumpin garbage in their blood streams The novel of Apollo, every thug thing Blood, money
