loneliness That's dirty money, money, money Don't take your love to town, my little honey You are crucified, in the middle of the night That's dirty money, money, money
Traduzione: Blue System. Dirty Money.
4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come jiggy I rock kix and swishees Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50's What? Dirty
thug nation Creepin while they sleepin like gorillas in the mist In Y2K hits, my niggaz spray shit Every solution, it's revolution, so we all shootin Fuck the system
brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work, the shit fall on me Not only
copper cause that shit aiint proper Creep and hide the stash tell him you from jamacia Will the cop believe me or will he do me dirty take me To the system
(feat. Ghostface Killer, Blue Raspberry) [Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface] Yo what what, yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four, we must go to war fast With the
off Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout the law, ya'll some fuckin' devils Up in school you got blues, now ya 'bout wateva Hoes tryna get money, tryna sell dat cat
[Immortal Technique] Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never live Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did I got bullets that'll rip
Street They Gone Knock Me Off Yea I'm Talkin' Bout The Law Yall Sum f---n' Devils Up In School You Got Blues Now Ya Bout Wateva Hoes Tryna Get Money
question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine
new hustle, gotta have brains and muscle Get too much money and these haters wanna touch you Now I can see why they all on me Niggaz do dirty work,
Knock Me Off Yea I'm Talkin' Bout The Law Ya'll Sum Fuckin' Devils Up In School You Got Blues Now Ya Bout Wateva Hoes Tryna Get Money Tryna Sell Dat Cat
