Nas - Bloody Money Pt. 2

Song Rating: 9.36/10

Song lyrics:

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 cake it
Until our whole teamll take it to another level, another Rolie wit
Another bezel, like war against God against another devil
Sustainin, now were in Moschino, n***as say we changed it, switched it
Now its Cristal, instead of Mistic, Jose, catch me wit a pigeon and
A gold biscuit, gettin mad lifted, let me find out, its sellin dimes
Out my crack house, yeah thats crashed out, let me catch that
Just like Stackhouse, kick ya back out, have you mad vexed
Like you did your whole bid, but didnt max out, yo Jose is
In other words courageous, from South Carolina to D.C
Yo the NC, hit Atlanta like Montana, comin out the airport wit the hammer
Motherf**er, smoke more weed than Chris Tucker, in Friday
When he treated Worm like a s**er, in three ways
Lets sell a whole ki in three days
The way I know the crack gamell have you amazed
In the ill days, yo I drink leche, Jose, so shake your culo, like Merengue
Salsa arroz con pollo, grand royale in Ohio, Cincinnati, Minnesoto
Yo from Philly to Connecticut, got n***as settin in, all predicate
Like this rap game is pregnant, N-O-R-E, Nore
Stand for n***as On the Run Eatin, no matter if they still cheatin
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, f** around wit twice your luck
Even seekin scrolls until your world fall in, to my n***as gettin they props
Where they supposed tove been, dont rush, take your time
The best come to those who wait, like Heinz, they be ketchup and spoil your cake
Aiyyo its I-95, wit my n***as lost faith, wha!

Chorus 2x: Nas (Noreaga)
Blood money (Thats what this life lead to)
Blood money (Thats how my n***as bleed to)
Blood money (Thats what we smoke weed to)


Blood money (Thats how my n***as eat to)

[Nature]

Aiyyo, eatin from the same plate, and drinkin from the same cup
Whoever thought that so much would have to change up
I went to games as a Knicks fan, they had Strickland, they traded him
Ever since then, son, I hated them, sh**s turning sour in the N-Y
Half the team hurt, still n***as get high and rock Queens shirts
Fiends on the block know me for holdin bs 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
Im gettin head for being young and vulgar, fly and gifted
Yall n***as die over b**h sh**, I got some hoes in the law gettin high
Like Rik Smits, born hypocrite, every now and then be on some different sh**
Switch directions, my bag - quick deception
My first love is for bloody money so skip the extras

Chorus

[Nas]

Now whats a don?, a n***a thats a thug wit a charm, always on point
As soon as hes on, his goonsll respond, he move right and fear losin his
Life
Mad dimes, 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, f** what a n***a say
Out for blood, but yo, lustin the dough, he see snake smile for way
In the same garden he play, but a true donll 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, in a wide body, bubble the Five
To the S-Cla**, six n***as, double your size, either come wit a plan
To make it happen, cuz sellin weight or rap pin
We still trapped in a slave mind
That keep the crackers laughin
(Thats what this life lead to)
Chorus

Date of text publication: 16.01.2021 at 23:36