bloody money
Singer:capone-n-noreaga
new york get the bloody money
live niggas who smoke weed
scared to death when i pop up
i'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
i saw you cuttin' corners
put the bogey out in your face
now your face laced like ash tray face
stay with gat on my waist
if i ain't got beef right here or right there
shoulda set it off right it off right there
guard him indian style - knees bent
yo the world know noreaga from iraq
little cousin from jamaica
yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
uncle wise been banned since '82
yo what happened? police kicked door
your wife - what what! what what! dressed indecent
son it's the one-ten precinct
general - clique deep with cartel
who you think they call for bail?
pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
they monkey wrenched the whole game
police watch the twelve k"