Capone-N-Noreaga
Capone-N-Noreaga - Bloody Money songtekst
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New York get the Bloody Money dirty cash live niggas who smoke weed car thief style you monkey walk a hunchback keep quiet talkin 'bout mi casa scared to death when I pop up I'm fouler than gats that dont bust when they supposed to been around you play close but wasn't close to you the setup was weak you coming I saw you cuttin corners snake type shit tie you up seal your lip wrist bleeding cowboy rope, choke your throat put the bogey out in your face now your face laced like ash tray space stay fuck outta my way get a scar on your face, shoot you up above waist if I aint got beef right here or right there Ice Grill fear, shoulda set it off right it off right there CNN war report, spread across New York guard him indian style kness bent, militant yo the world know Noriega from Iraq beef would be serious, keep it real as that get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug thuglife, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug my pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too Uncle Wise been banned since '82 back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew I see you, come see you, writing scrolls to the rest of the fam, locked in holes now ay-ay, money come first, snatch purse go to church, yo that's not me, money I'm cursed he bliss glamourous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin' your wife, wha-what!, dressed indecent a hundred crackers, yo it's the one-ten precinct Chorus yo time zone, cabron, madicon bitches callin me up tryin to set me up like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina Emmanuel, use fish gill to sell General click deep with cartel when niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail shorty legs mad smooth, son I left slow pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin' we waitin, conversatin', evil as Satan illegal life, watch police on bikes son I feel ashamed, they monkey wrenched the whole gang a stress day, police watch the twelve "K" while I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay ale', laid back, cognac and I dont even drink like that, I sell crack yo my license, playin type mean, sell to fiends bust guns, parallel pistal (pistol), bust well kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather click together, keep gats under the leather you lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight yo these jail niggas comin' home taking a shit yo illegal business, them niggas got bagged quick got smoked god body cat, he sniff coke yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout tactics, keep gats under the mattress player hater, my team a bunch of regulator set you up, you wont make it to the elevator you never been to jail, I'm jail seen niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen shooting up scenes real niggas take cream Chorus 2x (people giving shout outs