Bloody Money Lyrics - The War Report - Capone-n-noreaga

[Chorus] 

New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash 

Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash 

You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet 

Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up 

I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to 

Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you 

The setup was weak, you coming 

I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit 

Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding 

Cowboy rope, choke your throat 

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, shoot you up above waist 

If I ain't got beef right here or right there 

Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right there 

CNN war report, spread across New York 

Guard him Indian style, knees bent, militant 

Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq 

Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that 

Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat 

Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug 

Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug 

My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too 

Uncle Wise been banned since '82 

Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew 

I see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls) 

To the rest of the fam, locked in holes 

At age eight, money come first, snatch purse 

Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed 

Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think 

Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts 

Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin' 

Your wife, what what! What what! Dressed indecent 

A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct 

[Chorus] 

Yo time zone, cabron, madicon 

Bitches callin' me up, tryin' to set me up 

Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina 

Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell 

General, clique deep with cartel 

When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail? 

Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck 

Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck 

Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin' 

We waitin', conversatin', Iblis Satan 

Illegal life, watch police on bikes 

Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game 

A stress day, police watch the twelve "K" 

While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay 

I lay, lay back, cognac 

And I don't even drink like that, I sell crack 

Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends 

Shoot guns, parallel 

Pistal (pistol), bust well 

Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather 

Clique together, keep gats under the leather 

You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight 

Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit 

Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit 

Got smoked 

God body cat, he sniff coke 

Yo he's old time, thinkin' 'bout drinkin' his wine 

Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout 

Tactics, keep gats under the mattress 

Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator 

Set you up, you won't make it to the elevator 

You never been to jail, I'm jail seen 

Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen 

Shooting up scenes 

Real niggas take cream