AB/CD - Blood Money

Hello music lovers 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 (-Solo-) 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