Blood Money Pt. 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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
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 n*ggas 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 - Akinyele, 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 n*ggas 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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
I'm on some hood sh*t

[Noreaga]
Yo, time zone, cabron, maricon
My n*ggas get high and still fall in the zone
b*tches, 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'mma thug em
Tell em lies, hit em in they head, hit em wit bread
I'm a millionaire b*tch, I could trick instead
Of you lookin foul and you f*ckin wit me
N.O.R.E., thuggish n*gga out here B
Bloody Money once again, yo this one part three
Classical song, certified, Desert Storm
For my n*ggas 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 n*ggas ready to fight, hoes ready to f*ck
[Capone]
Yo, New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed spots, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
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, n*ggas know I'm known to cop
All the good sh*t, you smell me n*gga?
I'm on some hood sh*t