[Intro:]
I did go to college. I do have a degree. Who the fuck wants to come home to fuckin, not even a $1,000 every two weeks? Then you have to pay taxes. This message is for the banks. You're scamming people, I'm scamming ya, too. You gettin millions of dollars. So if I'm gettin a couple of thousands of hundred dollars. Shit, if they can do it, why I can't do it?
[Verse 1]
This life we live in is illegitimate. Serbian arms being traded, these moves are militant. Drug mules elude the blues, they ain’t innocent (they ain't innocent). Because you know they want the bigger pinch. Pieces of pies, the fecal in mind diminishing. Scene of a crime, the penal is blind, we finishing. We sniff dope, with thick coke and piss poor. Around the world know when the chips low. Let the fifth blow. Black markets overshadowing the commerce. Uncivilized niggas are tampering with bomb works. Terrorist cells funnel money, you know its mob first. Compromises being made when we talk turf. The latency of violence, applied in, knowing the science. Ambulance chasing to make it, blowing the sirens. Killers in this trenches, don’t mention, a code of silence. They already know its defiance
[Chorus]
Drug Money, this is Blood Money (blood money)
This market can’t get enough money (yeah)
Economics, this is economics
Economics, this is economics
Blood Money, this is Drug Money (drug money)
This market can’t get enough money (yeah)
Economics, this is economics
Economics, this is economics
[Verse 2]
Sex workers in service, closing the curtains. Pussy rule the world, it’s a product for all the merchants. Pimps being allocated to further the purchase. Niggas want relief in her cervix, but she ain’t nervous (she ain't nervous). Cold world, cold game. The process of cocaine. A novice of no shame. Is chopping the whole thang. Break it down and never talk much. All the shooters got a soft touch. Barking getcha dawg bust. Supply-n-demand, clients and grams. Niggas got an iron in hand, right at cha man. Gun runners the sun shutters. You’ll never fuck us. Crooked card shufflers, preying on top of suckers. Codeine in opioid scene, so let em lean. Dominican niggas flipping zippers, we get em clean (Que lo Que). Car jacking in fraud fashion, it’s all rationed. Need another hustle to juggle, my dawg packing.
[Chorus]
Drug Money, this is Blood Money (blood money)
This market can’t get enough money (yeah)
Economics, this is economics
Economics, this is economics
Blood Money, this is Drug Money (drug money)
This market can’t get enough money (yeah)
Economics, this is economics
Economics, this is economics
[Interlude: Interview]
Do you see yourself as a criminal at all? I'm criminal? No! It's maybe not legal but crime...what do you mean crime? If I make a little money for me. For my family. For my friends. For cops, also. If I'm a criminal he's also a criminal
[Verse 3]
Crooks n castle for cash flow, keep ya mask low. Everybody flushing the baggies, fuck the task force (Fuck'em!) . First 48, the first forty cake. We ain’t stepping on the product, the logic kept shorty straight, huh! Now he coming back, a hunnid in a pack. He ain’t stunting for trap. He had the gunners in the back. Now he tryin to rob the plug cuz the power is the drug. But the plug had snub. Ain’t no love in all of that, ahh!
[Chorus]
Drug Money, this is Blood Money (blood money)
This market can’t get enough money (yeah)
Economics, this is economics
Economics, this is economics
Blood Money, this is Drug Money (drug money)
This market can’t get enough money (yeah)
Economics, this is economics
Economics, this is economics
[Outro: NFL Films]
They were tough. Intelligent. Discipline. Aggressive. They were hard-noise. Persistent. Stifling. Optimistic. The Miami Defense was the backbone of the Dolphins dynasty of the early 70's. Help lead them to 3x straight SuperBowls including a perfect season in 1972. Still no member of this unit, is in the Hall-of-Fame. In fact, it was made up of a group of players so unanimous. They became known as
"The No-Names"
