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Noreaga

Genres: Hip-Hop

Blood Money Pt. 3 Lyrics - Noreaga

[chorus] [repeat 2x] 

Yo, new york get the blood money 

Drty cash, smoke hydro green 

Sill mix it wit hash 

To all the weed spots 

Niggaz know I'm known to cop 

All the good shit, smell me nigga 

I'm on some hood shit 

 

[noreaga] 

Back to the essence when I first rhymed 

L.a., l.a. 

When y'all niggaz first heard me 

I was starving 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 boyz, run-d.m.c., '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 

All my people that be rowdy wit weed in the clubs 

For my knives and four fifths, bloods and crips 

For my people who smoke phillies, and knows it splits 

And to the niggaz on the block that rock my shit 

To the crackhead, waking up the cops and 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, don't even care 

For all them people gettin money, livin in bel-air 

 

[chorus] [repeat 2x] 

 

[noreaga] 

Time zone, got blown ? madi gon? 

My niggaz 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 hustla, 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 yo you know i'ma thug 'em 

Tell 'em lies, hit 'em in they head 

Hit 'em wit bread 

I'm a millionaire bitch 

I could trick a ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

Of you lookin foul and you 

Fuckin wit me, n.o.r.e. thuggish nigga out here b 

Bloody money once again, yo this one part three 

Classical song, certified, desert storm 

For my niggaz always there when I perform 

And scream - what what, when I scream - what what 

Straight wildin, in superthug and they all be stuck 

Have y'all niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck