blood money we all fall down it's a dirty game
we all fall down
the game will have your face wet with the tears from your momma eyes,have your daddy on his knees asking god why have a broke man thinking that he's super-fly have your sister on her knees humming just to get high have everybody in your ear telling lies make a dead-man walking think he can't die the game will take you on one helluva ride have you looking at your right hand thinking its time for homicide the game is black suicide self generated genocide you and I caught up in Pandora's box toting glocks taking over blocks pushing rocks folding up nots ducking the cops blood-money brings pain and the pain don't stop but don't it feel good to go shop for new whips paid for by 95 trips but don't slip get clipped federalise take a 15 year dip out of your life come home money gone kids grown dead broke thinking that ain't right can't let go of the life right back on the path gotta get the cash chicken hawks counting your pockets scoping for your stash blind to the facts until you hear the blast it's not a joke so please don't laugh caught up in your hey day reliving the past kid you ain't gonna last money brings the bitches pussy galore let you run up in them guts and go explore but don't fall in love cause she's easy to score its a dirty game that you can't ignore organized chaos that'll get your block knocked off your shoulder playing people like clowns when they on the low soldiers wire taps comes with ABC's and snitching no matter how much money you got it don't mean nothing when freedoms just a vision mentally imprisoned repeating the same cycle insanity is the proper title change is vital but nawww its still Gs up and Hos down and like London bridge we all fall down
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