Bloody Money
Album: The War Report
Release Date: 6/17/97
Label: Penalty Recordings
Explicit version of "Bloody Money" lyrics
New York get the bloody money
Live niggas who smoke weed
You monkey walk
Talk about me gossip
I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you
The setup was weak
I saw you cuttin' corners
Tie you up
Cowboy rope
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray face
Stay with gat on my waist
Give the God some space
If I ain't got b*** right here or right there
Ice-grill stare
CNN war report spread across New York
Guard him Indian style
Yo
B*** with me serious
Get stabbed in your back
Little cousin from Jamaica
Thug blood
My pops was a thug nigga
Uncle Wise been banned since '82
Back on the streets
I see you
(Writing scrolls)
To the rest of the fam
At age eight
Go to church
Iblis glamorous
Just think
Yo
Your wife
A hundred crackers
New York get the bloody money
Live niggas who smoke weed
You monkey walk
Talk about me gossip
Yo
B****** callin' me up
Like Amina and Gina
Emanuel
General
When niggas get locked
Shorty legs mad smooth
Pussy plus dick could only equal a f***
Fatty bangin'
We waitin
Illegal life
Life still in shame
A stress day
While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
I lay
And I don't even drink like that
Yo
Shoot guns
Pistal
(Pistol)
Kid whatever
Clique together
You lightweight
Yo
Yo
Got smoked
Yo
Regulatin' 9-9
Tactics
Player hater
Set you up
You never been to jail
Niggas seen
[Unverified]
Real niggas take cream
New York get the bloody money
Live niggas who smoke weed
You monkey walk
Talk about me gossip
New York get the bloody money
Live niggas who smoke weed
You monkey walk
Talk about me gossip
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