#Blood money nore lyrics how to

Eb7 Ab They paid you some money to sell them my blood. Db Ab They made you a law man, with a badge made of silver. Db Ab They tell me you want me, but I here theyve got you. G D Blood Money, bought and then sold you, A7 D but your conscience is all you can take to your grave. 2 Lyrics Intro: Noreaga talking Noreaga Yo, New Orleans, La, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never drive clean But good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we cake it. Blood Money - JBJ (Intro) Db Ab Eb7 Ab Db Ab Hey Patty Garrett, thats what I used to call you.

Chorus (x2) G D Blood Money, thats what I call it, A7 D D7 cause money for blood, aint no fair exchange.

#Blood money nore lyrics how to

Hallucination in a world gone mad (That's left me blinded) A search for truth in a pack of lies (It can't be found) A constant pull, no direction, no choice (I'll hold my ground) It never stops, it forever just builds (To tear us down) Don't let them break you Don't let them grind you down Don't let them slit your throat Don't let them bleed you dry Nothing is sacred Blood Money and lies Nothing is sacred Death and profits rise You trade your life for the promise of wealth (Then all hope's lost) Fall to your knees at the monetary altar (And sell your soul) Pledge allegiance to your own moral death (It's cast away) And now you drowned in an ocean of greed (Just like the rest) Don't let them break you Don't let them grind you down Don't let them slit your throat Don't let them bleed you dry Nothing is sacred Blood Money and lies Nothing is sacred Death and profits rise Fuel the greed Sell your soul Just believe Fuck the world Fuck every day that living in this fucking nightmare surrounded, Each waking hour every confrontation screaming fuck your Shallow ideals, it's to the point of suffocation. D7 G D When the lines between brothers and justice have changed, A7 D Asus D You do what youve gotta, cause you cant walk away. Maybe we could stop the blood Heal the wounds and make the best of it I cant find the instructions I never learned how to fly Woke up today with a hole in my soul I never learned how to die Manufactured hope and postcards Pretty pictures of a better place (or is this it) Can we make the best of it 8.