Blood Money Pt.3 - Noreaga

[Chorus] [Repeat 2x] 
Yo  New York get the blood money 
Drty cash  smoke hydro green 
Sill mix it wit hash 
To all the weed spots 
Niggaz know I'm known to cop 
All the good shit  smell me nigga 
I'm on some hood shit 

[Noreaga] 
Back to the essence when I first rhymed 
L.A.  L.A. 
When yall niggaz first heard me 
I was starvin on the train just sellin my caine 
Fast world in ninety nine  its still the same 
But now I gotta car, my rims 
Off the bar, only stay in hotels 
That be five-star 
Queens, 
Akineyle, Mobb Deep, and Esobar 
Lost Boyz, Run-DMC, Pun and me 
No disrespect but 
Queens got this shit locked D 
Yo New York get the bloody money 
Can't watch me 
You know my tempo 
I can do it fast or slow 
Eat some bubble-gum weed 
And yell, GERONIMO 
All my analog thugs and my digital thugs 
All my people that be rowdy 
Wit weed in tha clubs 
For my knives and four fifths 
Bloods and Crips 
For my people who smoke Phillies 
And knows it splits 
And to the niggaz on the block that 
Rock my shit 
To the crackhead 
Waking up tha cops and shit 
For all the liquor stores 
That ain't no good 
To all the stocked ones 
Everywhere that be in tha hood 
For all my people on welfare 
Don't even care 
For all them people gettin money 
Livin in Bel-Air 

[Chorus] [Repeat 2x] 

[Noreaga] 
Time zone, got blown monegon 
My niggaz get high 
And still fall in tha zone 
Bitches, callin me up and hanging up 
I ain't a playa 
So why yall hoes playin games?