Blood Money, Pt. 3

Yo, New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

Bring it back to the essence

When I first rhymed

LA, LA

When y'all **** first heard me

I was starvin' 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, Akineyle , Mobb Deep, and Escobar

Lost boys, 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

And we in the clubs

For my knives and four fifths

Bloods and Crips

For my people who smoke Phillies

And those with spliffs

And to the **** on the block

That rock my shit

To the crackhead

Waking up to cop some 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

You don't even care

For all the people gettin' money

Livin' in Bel- Air

Yo, New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

Smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

Yo, time zone

Cabron, maricon

My **** 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 hustler

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

Then you know I'm a thug 'em

Tell me lies, hit em in they head

Hit em with bread

I'm a millionaire bitch

I could trick instead

Of you lookin' foul and fuckin' with me

N O R E

Thuggest **** out here, B

Bloody Money once again

Yo this one part three

Classical song, certified

Desert Storm

For my **** always there

When I perform

And scream, what, what

When I scream, what, what

Straight wildin' and super thug

And they all be stuck

Have y'all **** ready to fight

Hoes ready to fuck

Yo, New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit

New York get the blood money

Dirty cash, smoke hydro green

Still mix it with hash

To all the weed spots

**** know I'm known to cop

All the good shit

You smell me, ****?

I'm on some hood shit