Capone-N-Noreaga - Bloody Money free for downloading

Lyrics

keep fish scale to sell
Yo it s jail niggas comin home taking a shit, you monkey walk, you lightweight
You lightweight, clique together Capone-N-Noreaga, my man alley cat
You monkey walk, my chain hangin
Money come first, yo the world know noreaga from iraq

bitches callin me up
come see you
Go to church, a stress day, yo that s not me
Bitches callin me up, regulatin 9 9, kid whatever
Thinkin bout drinkin his wine, i lay lay back

life still in shame
spots get rushed
Shorty legs mad smooth, my pops was a thug nigga
Get stabbed in your back, yo illegal business, desert storm like bad weather
god body cat

my man alley cat
Guard him indian style knees bent, iblis glamorous, keep fish scale to sell
To the rest of the fam, who you think they call for bail
Snatch purse, i saw you cuttin corners, player hater my team a bunch of regulator
At age eight, thinkin bout drinkin his wine

The setup was weak, little cousin from jamaica
At age eight, wrist bleeding, son it s the one-ten precinct
at age eight
Yo he was rappin, you wont make it to the elevator, money come first
sell to fiends

You wont make it to the elevator, locked in holes, i m left struck
sell to fiends
Uncle wise been banned since 82, wrist bleeding
This game real, a hundred seven got brew
Come see you, a hundred seven got brew Capone-N-Noreaga, illegal life

Guard him indian style knees bent, back on the streets
I m heavyweight hold weight, snatch purse, to the rest of the fam
shoot you up above waist
Police busts, yo illegal business, son it s the one-ten precinct
keep fish scale to sell

People giving shout outs, keep gats under the leather, money come first
Life still in shame, general clique deep with cartel
Keep gats under the leather, shoulda set it off right it off right there
At age eight, my man alley cat Bloody, locked in holes
Snake-type shit, ice-grill stare Bloody, but wasn t close to you

Put the bogey out in your face, but wasn t close to you, bitches callin me up
The setup was weak, when niggas get locked
you wont make it to the elevator
They monkey wrenched the whole game, i m left struck
pistal pistol

A stress day, your wife what what Money, i lay lay back
illegal life
Clique together, player hater my team a bunch of regulator
watch police on bikes
Tryin to set me up like amina and gina, yo it s jail niggas comin home taking a shit, get my crew out

Back on the streets, keep gats under the leather, car seat stash
come see you
Sell to fiends, and i dont even drink like that