Blood All Over The Money

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
They love me, they murder for me, bitches get naked for me
Niggas caught bids they be home in nev-uary
Prized possession, can't take me when you dead and buried
Keep me around, look out you see jealousy, hate and envy
In all forms, used to run around with Eddie, he was eating heavy he linked up with Tre and put him on
Couple months go by Eddie up, yeah he holding cheese
Tre got bread but feel like he ain't eating how he supposed to be
Eddie showed Tre something only a close homie see
Keep ya stash spot to yourself, that's how it's supposed to be
The shit that happened next I swear to God it hurt my soul to see
Tre shot Eddie and blew his brains all over me
The game ugly, that's how I got the name "Blood Money"
Niggas will kill they best friend all for the love of me

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Never get enough spend your whole life chasing me
The reason Markie's in the wheelchair he was living dangerously
Got shot in the back tryna rob the Bodega
And went to jail paralyzed over a green piece of paper
The father of crime, its desperate times
You either broke wishing that you could press rewind
Or up and rich cause you invested wise
"In God we trust" tatted on my skin yeah you know this shit
Pregnant bitches pass me to the dope man just to get a hit
With not an ounce of remorse felt
He gon' sell it cause if not she gon' cop from somebody else
Money come, money go rich or poor they lust for cash
Treat me like I'm everything, or throw me on a strippers ass
Be with your favorite rapper while he out here tricking on these hoes
Buying blow, living foul telling his baby mom he broke
Fronting like he out here hustling, but son he really owe
Over me them other side niggas plotting to slit his throat