Bloody Money lyrics

Artist  : Noreaga 
Song : Bloody Money
 


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
Real
niggas take cream

Chorus 2x

(people
giving shout outs)