Lirik Lagu Bloody Money - Capone-N-Noreaga
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Chorus:New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cashLive niggas who smoke weed, car seat stashYou monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quietTalk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed toBeen around you, play close, but wasn't close to youThe setup was weak, you comingI saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shitTie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleedingCowboy rope, choke your throatPut the bogey out in your faceNow your face laced like ash tray faceStay with gat on my waistGive the god some space, shoot you up above waistIf I ain't got beef right here or right thereIce-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right thereCNN war report, spread across New YorkGuard him Indian style - knees bent, militantYo the world know Noreaga from IraqBeef with me serious, keep it real, that's thatGet stabbed in your back, my man Alley CatLittle cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thugThug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drugMy pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets tooUncle Wise been banned since '82Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brewI see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls)To the rest of the fam, locked in holesAt age eight, money come first, snatch purseGo to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursedIblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you thinkJust think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police bustsYo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecentA hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct
Chorus
Yo time zone, cabron, madiconBitches callin me up, tryin to set me upLike Amina and Gina, kid they from MedinaEmanuel, keep fish scale to sellGeneral - clique deep with cartelWhen niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struckPussyplus dick could only equal a fuckFatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'We waitin, conversatin', Iblis SatanIllegal life, watch police on bikesLife still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole gameA stress day, police watch the twelve "K"While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnayI lay -lay back, cognacAnd I dont even drink like that, I sell crackYo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiendsShoot guns, parallelPistal (pistol), bust wellKid whatever, desert storm like bad weatherClique together, keep gats under the leatherYou lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weightYo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shitYo illegal business, them niggas got dealt witGot smokedGod body cat, he sniff cokeYo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wineRegulatin'9-9, get my crew out, survive shootoutTactics, keep gats under the mattressPlayer hater - my team a bunch of regulatorSet you up, you wont make it to the elevatorYou never been to jail, I'm jail seenNiggas seen, me in jail since thirteenShooting up scenes
Chorus 2x
(people giving shout outs)
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed toBeen around you, play close, but wasn't close to youThe setup was weak, you comingI saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shitTie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleedingCowboy rope, choke your throatPut the bogey out in your faceNow your face laced like ash tray faceStay with gat on my waistGive the god some space, shoot you up above waistIf I ain't got beef right here or right thereIce-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right thereCNN war report, spread across New YorkGuard him Indian style - knees bent, militantYo the world know Noreaga from IraqBeef with me serious, keep it real, that's thatGet stabbed in your back, my man Alley CatLittle cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thugThug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drugMy pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets tooUncle Wise been banned since '82Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brewI see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls)To the rest of the fam, locked in holesAt age eight, money come first, snatch purseGo to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursedIblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you thinkJust think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police bustsYo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecentA hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct
Chorus
Yo time zone, cabron, madiconBitches callin me up, tryin to set me upLike Amina and Gina, kid they from MedinaEmanuel, keep fish scale to sellGeneral - clique deep with cartelWhen niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struckPussyplus dick could only equal a fuckFatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'We waitin, conversatin', Iblis SatanIllegal life, watch police on bikesLife still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole gameA stress day, police watch the twelve "K"While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnayI lay -lay back, cognacAnd I dont even drink like that, I sell crackYo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiendsShoot guns, parallelPistal (pistol), bust wellKid whatever, desert storm like bad weatherClique together, keep gats under the leatherYou lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weightYo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shitYo illegal business, them niggas got dealt witGot smokedGod body cat, he sniff cokeYo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wineRegulatin'9-9, get my crew out, survive shootoutTactics, keep gats under the mattressPlayer hater - my team a bunch of regulatorSet you up, you wont make it to the elevatorYou never been to jail, I'm jail seenNiggas seen, me in jail since thirteenShooting up scenes
Chorus 2x
(people giving shout outs)
