Noreaga Bloody Money pt. 2 Lyrics:
intro: Noreaga talking

[Noreaga]

Yo, New Orleans, LA, Va to Queens, I-95, where we
never drive clean But good, gotta get out the
hood, to really make it, now we kick it Until our
whole team'll take it to another level, another
Rolie wit Another bezel, like war against God
against another devil Sustainin, now we rim
Moschino, niggaz say we taped it, switched it Now
it's Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me
wit a pigeon and A gold biscuit, gettin mad
lifted, let me find out, it's sellin dimes Out my
crack house, yeah that's crashed out, let me catch
that Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have
you mad vexed Like you did your whole bid, but
didn't max out, yo Jose is In other words
courageous, from South Carolina to D.C. Yo the NC
in Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit
the hammer Motherfucker, smoke more weed than
Chris Tucker, in Friday When he treated Worm like
a sucker, in three ways Sell a whole key in three
days, the way I know the crack game'll have you
amazed In the ill days, yo I drink Lectaid, Jose
is sayin chulo, like Menegay South side lost royal
and royal, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati,
Minnesoto Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got
niggaz settin in, all predicate Like this rap game
is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore Stand for Niggaz On the
Run Eatin, no matter if they still treatin The
object of the game is just to stay leavin, hit me
on the Nokio Let me know if you still breathin,
top grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it up You
really think you nice enough, fuck around wit
Trice Allah Even seekin scrolls until your world
fall in, to my niggaz gettin they props Where they
supposed to've been, don't rush, take your time
The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they
be ketchup and spoil your keg Aiyyo it's I-95, wit
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my niggaz lost faith, wha!

Chorus 2x: Nas (Noreaga) Blood money (That's what
this life lead to) Blood money (That's how my
niggaz bleed to) Blood money (That's what we smoke
weed to) Blood money (That's how my niggaz eat to)

[Nature]

Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from
the same cup Whoever thought that some much would
have to change I went to games as a Knicks fan,
they had Strickland, they traded him Ever since
then, son, I hated them, shit's turnin sour in the
N-Y Half the team hurt, still niggaz get high and
rock Queens shirts Feinds on the block know me for
holdin b's work Seein chips poppin up in European
whips, exceed the speed limit Tinted up and weed
scented, treatin life like the auto bomb, never
slow up I'm gettin head for being young and
vulger, fly gifted Y'all niggaz die over bitch
shit, I got some hoes in the law gettin high Like
Rik Smits, born hypocrit, every now and then be on
some different shit Switch directions, my bad,
quick disception My first love is for bloody money
so skip the extras

Chorus

[Nas]

Now what's a don?, a nigga that's a thug wit a
charm, always on point As soon as he's on, his
goons'll respond, he move right and fear losin his
life Mad dime, but never could fit the shoes of
his wife You could tell by the finger nails,
clean, hair diced up, every four days A weekly
routine, where he lived, stay out the hood, fuck
what a nigga say Out for blood, but yo, lustin the
dough, he see snake smile for way In the same
garden he play, but a true don'll get his proper
groove on He tell the truth even when he lies,
give you a fake name Even though his name is Nas,
god body, and wide body, rumble for five To the
S-Class, six niggaz, double your size, either come
wit a plan To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or
rappin, we still trapped in a slave mine And keep
the crackers laughin (That's what this life lead
to) Chorus
Lyrics: Bloody Money pt. 2, Noreaga [end]