Lord Infamous - Blood Money lyrics

[Intro: T-Rock talking] Blood Money (I see ya) It's a trip what n***as do to get they hands on it (What would you do for it?) What n***as do to keep it (aha) n***a live fast for a pocket full of Blood Money Ya heard me (once you got it it's gone) After Sics, Club House Click Area 51 in this motherf**er [Hook: T-Rock] 2x A n***a serve for a pocket full of Blood Money Out on the curb with a pocket full of Blood Money We live fast for a pocket full of Blood Money n***as'll blast for a pocket full of Blood Money [Verse 1: T-Rock] I been through alotta sh** Grindin' with heartless n***as who pop a b**h Dollars (?) dealers in office next to the politics (?) n***as, caucasians and even hispanics From corner to cartel, status and half a decade Witness the evolution of a n***a never losin' I complete the power movement with every single execution The money I possess is polluted with red residue From n***as who violated the game I had to execute Ain't no quarter on it for criminal stack (?) for ... comin' in business n***as (?) for, resentful You never know what you could be in for That's why I'm Kami Kaze and ready to let the pin go Wind blow blazing the spot like a blunt of Indo Send yo spirit to Jesus and watch the wind blow People rob, slang 'caine, smoke to maintain Cause the money make a n***a do alotta strange thangs [Hook: T-Rock] 2x A n***a serve for a pocket full of Blood Money Out on the curb with a pocket full of Blood Money We live fast for a pocket full of Blood Money n***as'll blast for a pocket full of Blood Money [Verse 2: II Tone] Ain't no time for second guessin' Askin' questions 'bout some dumb sh** Million ways to murder been a mobber with Da Crime Click Still hustle, still thuggin', gang got a litte slicker Started off small time, now I do it big n***a Stubborn than a motherf**er, never go without a fight Forty get the poppin' and it's f**in' up your whole life Observers all around ya, tryin' to watch ya like a hoe What I'm - what I'm gettin' in, what a - what a n***a (?) Cause I got seven deadly sin and like my n***a in the pen d**h ma** on yo a**, dumpin' bodies in the trash Money and the Ruger, evil, but I'm tryin' to see the light Stacks on deck any come tryin' to catch a flight My advisory scary cause II Tone off the chain No remorse, I don't see it in my heart for ya mane Cause the end of the world, I can see it coming near So I'm standin' in the Black Rain, never shed a tear [Hook: T-Rock] 2x A n***a serve for a pocket full of Blood Money Out on the curb with a pocket full of Blood Money We live fast for a pocket full of Blood Money n***as'll blast for a pocket full of Blood Money [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] (?) and fitties, twenties, tens, fives Keep my c**aine in a (?) When I'm ridin', gettin' high Dope currency sponsor ... conquered Cold as the tundra Milli mill monster Wet you like a sauna b**h you a goner Better get my funds up Brains on the furniture f**in' with the punisher Pimp my f**in' money up Osama Bin Laden embalm and bombing ya How much money have you brought? Get yo skull sawed off Ass on the asphalt Caught by the tomahawk Loco full of Luciano Green hoe got (?) Guap, chopper filled with ammo Trick I'm on a paper scramble Green (?) like camouflage You can't dodge the hammer Scanda-lous, gamble lust Ammo thrust, in God we trust Blood stains on the money Currency of Infamous [Hook: T-Rock] 2x A n***a serve for a pocket full of Blood Money Out on the curb with a pocket full of Blood Money We live fast for a pocket full of Blood Money n***as'll blast for a pocket full of Blood Money