Black Friday 29 2 Cent Lyrics

What is the cost of your life - your prize to be paid in modern times
Just need to know to see what´s mine - not much I guess so we´ll be alright
Rotten pieces is what we´ve been made
By the preachers that have formed our ways
Open your hands earn some coins tonight - we are low fare men for their delight
I will buy your soul to get you in line - fill your pockets to have you on my side
These are the morals I´ve been taught - these are the rules we are living by
Best of friends we´re going to be - that´s what greedy eyes keep on telling me