CNN - Blood Money Part 1. The War Report. Produced by EZ Elpee. LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION: Chorus: New york get the bloody money, dirty cash Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you The setup was weak, you coming I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding Cowboy rope, choke your throat Put the bogey out in your face Now your face laced like ash tray face Stay with gat on my waist Give the God some space, shoot you up above waist If I ain't got beef right here or right there Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right there CNN war report, spread across new york Guard him indian style - knees bent, militant Yo the world know Noriega from iraq Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that Get stabbed in your back, my man alley cat Little cousin from jamaica, brown-skin thug Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too Uncle wise been banned since '82 Back on the streets, a hundred seven got brew I see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls) To the rest of the fam, locked in holes At age eight, money come first, snatch purse Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think Just ...
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