W.A.L.E. - Blood Money 3.5 Lyrics
[Verse 1: Wale]New York get the blood moneyReal niggas smoking loud ass weedStill counting my math, La MarinaSummertime I be in the spotOn the hood shit, smell me niggas, it’s allDC got love for meYoung niggas sippin’ all that lean (try lowin’ them down)Real live at the town, they be go-go’d outAnd play the let out, smell me, nigga, still flat out, uhChilly weather, Balmain with many zipperI’m ballin’, see my closet a dollar of Penny's in themAnd I ain’t talkin’ about no problemsCause problems get finished quick with ‘emNiggas ch-ch-chopper br-br-brat in a niggaKnow that the city viciousDrug dealing right here appealingLike they some villains and something they had the hero in again, uhNow here I come and who carries Maryland with ‘em?The crabs in the bucket?***** it I’ve been aquarium clearin’, uhComing through with some young [?] goonsRest in peace for [?]Used to rock them Melo number two'sThat was ’02, maybe ’03, oh, pleaseStop it, you’re origami, I’m finna fold crewsUh, overseas to the back blockUh, straight G’s where I’m at [?]Uh, and we done seen it growing upWhen the fiends get they lookThey always jukin’ like it’s black rockSpin it, you know let’s get itTake this money, I’ma take your *****esAnd no I’m not a gangsta, but I stay authenticThat’s why I go up to any place and remain unblemished[?] I’m great with the lyricsThe niggas upstate saying 'Le niggas tell it like “'Le niggas tell it"Say the niggas tell ‘emI swear a nigga heard I ain’t e’er been a wilderRedbone redbone, well put togetherPut it in my cell, I can put it in your bellyKettering. what’s up? Landover. what’s up?Roll pass Ardmore. feeling local as *****Audemar? keep it on, niggas won’t even touchWhen you home and you humble you get a lot of respectAnd niggas trappin’ trying to get at all the breadGet up out of the jungle, get his daughter a bedGet his son some gear, find a pot he can piss inSo quarters moving back and forth like it's a lottery ticketAnd to be honest who gon' want McDonalds position?No time for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all of the dippersThey slipping[Clip from Elaine]Hey. I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap to get where I am today. And I am not throwing it all away nowBlood money (yeah yeah)[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]Ah (blood blood)Daddy, daddy was a legendHarlem born, money gettin''til he pull an armageddonTrigger brrrr cerebellumMellow at the 7/11Mama had to call the reverendDaddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven Mac-118:30 eight mack ten crack onesPutting genocide on my Black friendsRichard Porter seen the slaughterAlpo kinda sorta was a hoCause he left the whole hood and he didn’t water, damShit niggas still glorifyHe had all the riseHe had all the *****es *****ing all the thotsHe the man, rocking Dapper DanWith a gun in hand, PakistanI don’t understand how you kill your man (damn)I don’t understand how you kill your manGoddamn, how you kill your man over money whenTwo Harlem kids in a gang do the devil’s danceCause the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance[Verse 3: Wale]***** niggas taking nothing from meSun going down in a townAin’t nothing funnyLittle buddyOn a corner where a quarterOn the 5-0 and the lawAnd the mind tripping off the waterTalking to herself in publicI’m looking off of South Florida AvenueHaven’t you heard of the dealers and loiterersThe trappers and murderersI could see [?]Until you see the glory in its ownI don't see you nigga[?] they can see niggaThey see you on CDs and see you on the scene slippingYou being hot you see I’m PacDon’t pee in publicWe ain’t seen peace in these partsNo Teen Summit, blood money
