Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Money, Pt. 3, artist - Noreaga. Album song Melvyn Flynt Da Hustler, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Blood Money, Pt. 3 |
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 |
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 — Akinyele, 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 |
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 |
Yo, time zone, cabron, maricon |
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’mma 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 |
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 |