Låttexter:
Doom Money Drug

Money makes the world go round. -Pushing money, pushing for profit- Stock exchange is now our temple.

'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause Flesh be lovin' this money, this money I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas Makin' that money

Well listen to me, you young hoods, this is some advice You do the crime, you're payin the price Cause if you're in the drug spots, sellin crack on the

to rear her in a life wanting for nothing So I got into this drug thing not doing, but dealing, sealing fates And healing struggle gaped wounds of the doomed

the first of the month.. [Juelz Santana] Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me I sell drugs

House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned

gauge Cold as hell, collecting mail, killa this so pay Alley cats, and you rats, you be missin soon Niggaz whom, wanna face the boom Leavin snitches doom

one voluptuous days I broke the law The labyrinth was closing so we panicked up a door I let their wanton flesh obsess me I felt their dreams and drugs

, bender & raper, To legally execute all that remains Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains Drug-addled brains, drug addled brains (solo)