Texty:
Fast Track Blood Money

The songs we play Don't equal the bills we have to pay So it's blood for cash I sell my cells to feed myself And fill my tank with fossil fuels Chorus

Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might

in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed Had a partner

'll be fast to mother it Yea, just so she can take my ends Would I let her do it? Hmm, well, that depends Can she raise a young king? My blood is royal

fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles

I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone. And the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track. The women red, the money green

money, guerrillas in the back drop The livest'll pop, the weakest get chopped where they stand Singing the judge's name, dropped in the stand Drug money kills, blood

in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life fast

, yeah, it's her Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back Tell me what you think about her Who you know with a flow so loco On a dirty south track