womb to tomb, the rotting meat! I give you money, you give me death. You think it's funny, I gasp for breath. I give you money, you give me death
was 16 years older, Your greed woke me up and your mind made me sober. You hide behind religion, but your morality is based on money and division.
weed smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips,
split backs Biaatch I'm a maniac But, you gotta understand that a I can't control my hands and a I'd love to choke you if I can and a Never once Nowhere
fear anything? It's now to late to I'm dreaming of a time I was silked out At the peak of my career but I always choked out Leavin' mad money on the
I ain't got a lot of friends It goes on, on and on and on Hell raising Hollywood, welcome to Babylon The political system, system What they love will make us the victim, victim
for me to show you How your dogma has abandoned you Pray to your Christ, to your god Never taste of the fruit Never stray, never break Never---choke
most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B Victims
this dollar bill We got to get yo' ass dollar bill A money murder A money murder We are going to hurt you nigga. A money murder A money murder (give
thousand use You lose money chasing women, never lose, women chasing money Niggaz is broke, plus the wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead niggaz who is taking money
our lives for bigger deals Managers that manage not Booking agents that should be shot Legal loopoholes really a noose To choke your life out then let you loose Meet the victims
this dollar bill We got to get yo' ass dollar bill A money murder A money murder We are going to hurt you nigga. A money murder A money murder (Give it
hop and it won't stop Well are you high yet? Can you recollect ya talk shit? You get checked Mr. Smutly I'm not a punk thief Let me break thee, smoke thee, choke
smoke is my lye A ki of coke is a pie When I'm lifted, I'm high With new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies
wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken Some money making Jamaican High
fuckin face gushy Ask about it Cracks about it Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker I decided
the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims Ever if ya test