Blood Money:

Yo Patty Garrett thatz what tha **** I used ta booty-call you
They tell me you want me but I hear they've gots you
They made you a lawman wit a funky-ass badge made of silver
They paid you some scrilla ta push dem mah blood

But you say, dis ain't bout me n' dis ain't bout you
Or tha phat n' tha wack times we've both been through
When tha lines between brothers n' justice have chizzled
Yo ass do what tha **** you've gotta cause you can't strutt away

Wonder what tha **** would of have happened
If you was tha killa n' I was tha hero
Would thangs be tha same?
Or would I have traded yo' game fo' mah own game?
Would I have paid yo' debts up in yo' place?
I don't give a ****

But dis ain't bout me n' dis ain't bout you
Or tha phat n' tha wack times we've both been through
When tha lines between brothers n' justice have chizzled
Yo ass do what tha **** you've gotta cause you can't strutt away

Blood scrilla, thatz what tha **** I call it
'Cause scrilla fo' blood ain't no fair exchange
Blood scrilla
Bought n' then sold you
But yo' conscience be all you can take ta yo' grave