Blood Money pt. 3

[Capone]

Yo, New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

[Noreaga]

Bring it back to the essence when I first rhymed

L.A., L.A. - when y'all niggas 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 DMC, 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

For 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 niggas 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

[Capone]

Yo, New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

[Noreaga]

Yo, time zone, got blown, madi gon

My niggas 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 instead

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 niggas 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 niggas ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck

[Capone]

Yo, New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash

To all the weed spots, niggas know I'm known to cop

All the good shit, you smell me nigga?

I'm on some hood shit