Blood Money Pt3 Lyrics by Noreaga

Blood Money Pt3 Lyrics

    [chorus] [repeat 2x]
    Yo, new york get the blood money
    Drty cash, smoke hydro green
    Sill mix it wit hash
    To all the weed spots
    Niggaz know i'm known to cop
    All the good shit, smell me nigga
    I'm on some hood shit

    [noreaga]
    Back to the essence when i first rhymed
    L.a., l.a.
    When y'all niggaz first heard me
    I was starving on the train just selling my caine
    Fast forward to '99, it's still the same
    But now i got a car keep my rims up to par
    Only stay in hotels that be five-star
    Queens, akineyle, mobb deep, and escobar
    Lost boyz, run-d.m.c., 'pone and me
    No disrespect but queens got this shit locked d
    Yo new york get the bloody money, kid watch me
    You know my tempo, i can do it fast or slow
    Eat some bubble-gum weed and yell, geronimo
    All my analog thugs and my digital thugs
    All my people that be rowdy wit weed in the clubs
    For my knives and four fifths, bloods and crips
    For my people who smoke phillies, and knows it splits
    And to the niggaz on the block that rock my shit
    To the crackhead, waking up the cops and shit
    For all the liquor stores, that ain't no good
    To all the stocked ones everywhere that be in the hood
    For all my people on welfare, don't even care
    For all them people gettin money, livin in bel-air

    [chorus] [repeat 2x]

    [noreaga]
    Time zone, got blown ?madi gon?
    My niggaz get high and still fall in the zone
    Bitches, callin me up and hanging up
    I ain't a playa, so why y'all hoes playin games?
    I'm a hustla, and i even hustle the same
    I got hoes fooled thinkin' i love em
    When i don't love em
    And once i get the ass yo you know i'ma thug 'em
    Tell 'em lies, hit 'em in they head
    Hit 'em wit bread
    I'm a millionaire bitch
    I could trick a ???????
    Of you lookin foul and you
    Fuckin wit me, n.o.r.e. thuggish nigga out here b
    Bloody money once again, yo this one part three
    Classical song, certified, desert storm
    For my niggaz always there when i perform
    And scream - what what, when i scream - what what
    Straight wildin, in superthug and they all be stuck
    Have y'all niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck

    [chorus] [repeat 4x]

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