Bloody Money Lyrics by Capone -n- Noreaga

Bloody Money Lyrics

    Chorus:
    New york get the bloody money, dirty cash
    Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
    You monkey walk, i'm hunchback, sneak quiet
    Talk about me gossip, scared to death when i pop up

    I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
    Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you
    The setup was weak, you coming
    I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
    Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
    Cowboy rope, choke your throat
    Put the bogey out in your face
    Now your face laced like ash tray face
    Stay with gat on my waist
    Give the god some space, shoot you up above waist
    If i ain't got beef right here or right there
    Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right there
    Cnn war report, spread across new york
    Guard him indian style - knees bent, militant
    Yo the world know noreaga from iraq
    Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that
    Get stabbed in your back, my man alley cat
    Little cousin from jamaica, brown-skin thug
    Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
    My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too
    Uncle wise been banned since '82
    Back on the streets, a hundred seven got brew
    I see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls)
    To the rest of the fam, locked in holes
    At age eight, money come first, snatch purse
    Go to church, yo that's not me, mami i'm cursed
    Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think
    Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts
    Yo what happened? police kicked door, yo he was rappin'
    Your wife - what what! what what! dressed indecent
    A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct

    Chorus

    Yo time zone, cabron, madicon
    Bitches callin me up, tryin to set me up
    Like amina and gina, kid they from medina
    Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell
    General - clique deep with cartel
    When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?
    Shorty legs mad smooth, son, i'm left struck
    Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
    Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
    We waitin, conversatin', iblis satan
    Illegal life, watch police on bikes
    Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game
    A stress day, police watch the twelve "k"
    While i smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
    I lay - lay back, cognac
    And i dont even drink like that, i sell crack
    Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
    Shoot guns, parallel
    Pistal (pistol), bust well
    Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
    Clique together, keep gats under the leather
    You lightweight, what? i'm heavyweight hold weight
    Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
    Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit
    Got smoked
    God body cat, he sniff coke
    Yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine
    Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
    Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
    Player hater - my team a bunch of regulator
    Set you up, you wont make it to the elevator
    You never been to jail, i'm jail seen
    Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
    Shooting up scenes<obscene?>
    Real niggas take cream

    Chorus 2x

    (people giving shout outs)

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