Capone - 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***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, n***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** [Noreaga] Bring it back to the essence when I first rhymed L.A., L.A. - when y'all n***as 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** 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 an*log 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***as on the block that, rock my sh** To the crackhead, waking up the cops and sh** 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***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, n***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** [Noreaga] Yo, time zone, cabron, maricon My n***as get high and still fall in the zone b**hes, 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 a** yo you know I'mma thug em Tell em lies, hit em in they head, hit em wit bread I'm a millionaire b**h, I could trick instead Of you lookin foul and you f**in wit me N.O.R.E., thuggish n***a out here B Bloody Money once again, yo this one part three Cla**ical song, certified, Desert Storm For my n***as 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***as ready to fight, hoes ready to f** [Capone] Yo, New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, n***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, n***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, n***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh** New York get the blood money Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash To all the weed spots, n***as know I'm known to cop All the good sh**, you smell me n***a? I'm on some hood sh**