N.O.R.E., Capone - Blood Money Pt. 3 lyrics

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 shit

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

Bring it back to the essence
When I first rhymed
LA, LA - 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 - Akinyele, Mobb Deep, and Escobar
Lost Boyz, Run DMC, 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
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 split's
And to the niggas 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

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 shit

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

Yo, time zone, cabron, maricon
My niggas 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'mma thug em
Tell em lies, hit em in they head
Hit em wit bread i'm a millionaire bitch
I could trick instead
Of you lookin foul and you fuckin wit me
NORE, 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 fuck

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 shit

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

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

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