| Making money, chasing evil for the Devil’s payment
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| God forsaken, by temptation it’s the path we’re taking
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| We ride until the end, but still we don’t know where we’re going
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| Love inside our hearts, but when there’s war we never show it
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| When there’s money involved you’ve got to hold your ground
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| Too many will die for the dollar and the pound
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| If money’s the root of all evil, why are we chasing it?
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| Cause we want the cars and the clothes and the jewellery and the hoes when
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| we’re thinking of making it
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| And it feels like an illusion
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| I’ve made some money in my life, and it never brought me happiness
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| It just brought me confusion
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| For the love of the money, the people will kill
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| It all depends on the path that you’re choosing
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| Making money, chasing evil for the Devil’s payment
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| God forsaken, by temptation is the path we’re taking
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| Will our sins be forgiven?
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| Will our sins be forgiven?
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| Will we sin against Heavens?
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| Will we walk past the gates of Heaven?
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| The gates of Heaven (x3)
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| What you know about the bad life?
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| Woman with a crack pipe
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| Two kids in a single flat just trying to get her cash right
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| Father’s in the H.M.P, but he says he’s innocent
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| Too many witnesses and civilians saw him killing 'em
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| Youngen' on the block, hearing his brother’s been murdered
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| Holding the burner, looking for the addresses like a burglar
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| Mommy calling his phone but he don’t want to pick up
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| He’s outside of the house, kick off the door cause it’s a stick up
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| And then he gets arrested, and his girl’s pregnant
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| It’s the same cycle, and there ain’t no way to mend it
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| Met up with his enemy in the jail, full of vengeance
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| He had his boys waiting at the entrance
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| Fight to the death as the Govs watch
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| Blood on a man’s hands never rubs off
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| And that’s just another love lost
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| With all these Sins, how do we expect to touch God? |