Bloody Money Pt. 2 Lyrics - Noreaga

intro: Noreaga talking 

[Noreaga] 

Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we never drive clean 

But good, gotta get out the hood, to really make it, now we kick it 

Until our whole team'll take it to another level, another Rolie wit 

Another bezel, like war against God against another devil 

Sustainin, now we rim Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched it 

Now it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and 

A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes 

Out my crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch that 

Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed 

Like you did your whole bid, but didn't max out, yo Jose is 

In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C. 

Yo the NC in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer 

Motherfucker, smoke more weed than Chris Tucker, in Friday 

When he treated Worm like a sucker, in three ways 

Sell a whole key in three days, the way I know the crack game'll have you 

amazed 

In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose is sayin chulo, like Menegay 

South side lost royal and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto 

Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got niggaz settin in, all predicate 

Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore 

Stand for Niggaz On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin 

The object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me on the Nokio 

Let me know if you still breathin, top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it 

up 

You really think you nice enough, fuck around wit Trice Allah 

Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props 

Where they supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time 

The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your 

keg 

Aiyyo 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 cup 

Whoever thought that some much would have to change 

I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him 

Ever since then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the N-Y 

Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and rock Queens shirts 

Feinds on the block know me for holdin b's work 

Seein chips poppin up in European whips, exceed the speed limit 

Tinted up and weed scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never slow up 

I'm gettin head for being young and vulger, fly gifted 

Y'all niggaz die over bitch shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high 

Like Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on some different shit 

Switch directions, my bad, quick disception 

My first love is for bloody money so skip the extras 

Chorus 

[Nas] 

Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a charm, always on point 

As soon as he's on, his goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his 

life 

Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of his wife 

You could tell by the finger nails, clean, hair diced up, every four days 

A weekly routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck what a nigga say 

Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way 

In the same garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper groove on 

He tell the truth even when he lies, give you a fake name 

Even though his name is Nas, god body, and wide body, rumble for five 

To the S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come wit a plan 

To make it happen, 'cause sellin weight or rappin, we still trapped in a slave 

mine 

And keep the crackers laughin 

(That's what this life lead to) 

Chorus