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Chorus:
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New York get the Bloody Money dirty cash
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live niggas who smoke weed car thief style
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you monkey walk a hunchback keep quiet
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talkin 'bout mi casa scared to death when I pop up
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I'm fouler than gats that dont bust when they supposed to
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been around you play close but wasn't close to you
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the setup was weak you coming
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I saw you cuttin corners snake type shit
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tie you up seal your lip wrist bleeding
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cowboy rope, choke your throat
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put the bogey out in your face
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now your face laced like ash tray space
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stay fuck outta my way
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get a scar on your face, shoot you up above waist
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if I aint got beef right here or right there
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Ice Grill fear, shoulda set it off right it off right there
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CNN war report, spread across New York
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guard him indian style kness bent, militant
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yo the world know Noriega from Iraq
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beef would be serious, keep it real as that
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get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat
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little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug
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thuglife, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
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my pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too
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Uncle Wise been banned since '82
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back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew
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I see you, come see you, writing scrolls
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to the rest of the fam, locked in holes
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now ay-ay, money come first, snatch purse
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go to church, yo that's not me, money I'm cursed
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he bliss glamourous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than
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you
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think
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just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts
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yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'
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your wife, wha-what!, dressed indecent
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a hundred crackers, yo it's the one-ten precinct
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Chorus
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yo time zone, cabron, madicon
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bitches callin me up tryin to set me up
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like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
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Emmanuel, use fish gill to sell
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General click deep with cartel
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when niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail
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shorty legs mad smooth, son I left slow
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pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
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fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
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we waitin, conversatin', evil as Satan
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illegal life, watch police on bikes
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son I feel ashamed, they monkey wrenched the whole gang
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a stress day, police watch the twelve "K"
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while I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
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ale', laid back, cognac
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and I dont even drink like that, I sell crack
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yo my license, playin type mean, sell to fiends
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bust guns, parallel
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pistal (pistol), bust well
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kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
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click together, keep gats under the leather
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you lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight
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yo these jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
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yo illegal business, them niggas got bagged quick
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got smoked
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god body cat, he sniff coke
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yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine
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regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
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tactics, keep gats under the mattress
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player hater, my team a bunch of regulator
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set you up, you wont make it to the elevator
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you never been to jail, I'm jail seen
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niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
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shooting up scenes
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real niggas take cream
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Chorus 2x
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(people giving shout outs)
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bloody money
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| capone n noreaga |
