Tytuł: Bloody money part II

• Wykonawca: N.O.R.E.
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   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 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