Blood Money - AB/CD

You’ve never heard anything better have ya

Oh no, I don’t think so

Come on, go

Come on, shake your legs

Go, come on

Your dirty deeds is not what I need

I need a life, I need total control

Manipulation everywhere

It’s tearin' down my heart and my soul

I don’t want the kids to grow up

In a down-town slum neighborhood

Drugs and abuse, that’s not what we choose

Instead we’re gonna make you pay, okay

Blood money, you sell us short

Blood money, we’ll see you in court

Blood money, you’re gonna loose everything

Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

If I want myself a fancy car

There’s other ways to get it than dealing with drugs

We’re gonna rise our left foot up

And push it down and crash you like a bug

We know exactly the place where you live

Nighttime visitors comin' for you

Under the gun, beggin' for mercy

You ain’t superman when the bullets get to you

I don’t want the kids to grow up

In a down-town slum neighborhood

Drugs and abuse, that’s not what we choose

Instead we’re gonna make you pay, okay

Blood money, you sell us short

Blood money, we’ll see you in court

Blood money, you’re gonna loose everything

Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood money, you sell us short

Blood money, we’ll see you in court

Blood money, you’re gonna loose everything

Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood, blood, blood, blood

Blood money, you sell us short

Blood money, we’ll see you in court

Blood money, you’re gonna loose everything

Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood money, you sell us short

Blood money, we’ll see you in court

Blood money, you’re gonna loose everything

Blood money, spectators, the day that you hang

Blood, blood, blood, blood, yeah

Blood money