Blood Money, Pt. 3

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 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 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 splits 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, got blown, madi gon 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'ma 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 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 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