Noreaga - Bloody Money Pt. 2 Lyrics
Intro: noreaga talking[noreaga]Yo, new orleans, la, va to queens, i-95, where we never drive cleanBut good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we kick itUntil our whole team'll take it to another level, another rolie witAnother bezel, like war against god against another devilSustainin, now we rim moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched itNow it's cristal, instead of mistic, jose, catch me wit a pigeon andA gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimesOut my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch thatJust like stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexedLike you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo jose isIn other words courageous, from south carolina to d.c.Yo the nc in atlanta like montana, comin out the airport wit the hammerMother*****er, smoke more weed than chris tucker, in fridayWhen he treated worm like a sucker, in three waysSell a whole key in three days, the way i know the crack game'll have youAmazedIn the ill days, yo i drink lectaid, jose is sayin chulo, like menegaySouth side lost royal and royal, grand royale in ohio, cincinnati, minnesotoYo from philly to connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicateLike this rap game is pregnant, n-o-r-e, noreStand for niggaz on the run eatin, no matter if they still treatinThe object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the nokioLet me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice itUpYou really think you nice enough, ***** around wit trice allahEven seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they propsWhere they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your timeThe best come to those who wait, like heinz, they be ketchup and spoil yourKegAiyyo it's i-95, wit my niggaz lost faith, wha!Chorus 2x: nas (noreaga)Blood money (that's what this life lead to)Blood money (that's how my niggaz bleed to)Blood money (that's what we smoke weed to)Blood money (that's how my niggaz eat to)[nature]Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cupWhoever thought that some much would have to changeI went to games as a knicks fan, they had strickland, they traded himEver since then, son, i hated them, shit's turnin sour in the n-yHalf the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock queens shirtsFeinds on the block know me for holdin b's workSeein chips poppin up in european whips, exceed the speed limitTinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow upI'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly giftedY'all niggaz die over ***** shit, i got some hoes in the law gettin highLike rik smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shitSwitch directions, my bad, quick disceptionMy first love is for bloody money so skip the extrasChorus[nas]Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on pointAs soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin hisLifeMad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wifeYou could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four daysA weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, ***** what a nigga sayOut for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for wayIn the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove onHe tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake nameEven though his name is nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for fiveTo the s-class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a planTo make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slaveMineAnd keep the crackers laughin(that's what this life lead to)Chorus
