Capone-n-noreaga Blood Money Part 3 Lyrics

Blood Money Part 3 Lyrics

[Capone] 
Yo, New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
[Noreaga] 
Bring it back to the essence when I first rhymed 
L.A., L.A. - when y`all niggas 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 DMC, Pone and me 
No disrespect but Queens got this sh*t 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 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 niggas on the block that, rock my sh*t 
To the crackhead, waking up the cops and sh*t 
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 
 
[Capone] 
Yo, New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
[Noreaga] 
Yo, time zone, got blown, madi gon 
My niggas get high and still fall in the zone 
Bit*hes, 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 as* yo you know I`ma thug em 
Tell em lies, hit em in they head, hit em wit bread 
I`m a millionaire bit*h, I could trick instead 
Of you lookin foul and you f**kin 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 niggas 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 niggas ready to fight, hoes ready to f**k 
 
[Capone] 
Yo, New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood sh*t 
 
New York get the blood money 
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots, niggas know I`m known to cop 
All the good shit, you smell me nigga? 
I`m on some hood shit