[chorus] [repeat 2x] Yo, new york get the blood money Drty cash, smoke hydro green Sill mix it wit hash To all the weed spots Niggaz know I’m known to cop All the good shit, smell me nigga I’m on some hood shit
[noreaga] Back to the essence when I first rhymed L.a., l.a. When y’all niggaz 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-d.m.c., ’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 All 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 niggaz 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
[chorus] [repeat 2x]
[noreaga] Time zone, got blown ? madi gon? My niggaz 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 a ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 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 niggaz 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 niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck
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Copy to Clipboard: [chorus] [repeat 2x] Yo, new york get the blood money Drty cash, smoke hydro green Sill mix it wit hash To all the weed spots Niggaz know I’m known to cop All the good shit, smell me nigga I’m on some hood shit
[noreaga] Back to the essence when I first rhymed L.a., l.a. When y’all niggaz 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-d.m.c., ’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 All 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 niggaz 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
[chorus] [repeat 2x]
[noreaga] Time zone, got blown ? madi gon? My niggaz 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 a ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 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 niggaz 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 niggaz ready to fight, hoes ready to fuck
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