Chorus:

New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash

live niggas who smoke weed, car thief style

you monkey walk, a hunchback, keep quiet

talkin 'bout mi casa, scared to death when I pop up

I'm fouler than gats that dont 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 space

stay fuck outta my way

get a scar on your face, shoot you up above waist

if I aint got beef right here or right there

Ice Grill fear, shoulda set it off right it off right there

CNN war report, spread across New York

guard him indian style kness bent, militant

yo the world know Noriega from Iraq

beef would be serious, keep it real as that

get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat

little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug

thuglife, 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

to the rest of the fam, locked in holes

now ay-ay, money come first, snatch purse

go to church, yo that's not me, money I'm cursed

he bliss glamourous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than

you

think

just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts

yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'

your wife, wha-what!, dressed indecent

a hundred crackers, yo it's the one-ten precinct

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yo time zone, cabron, madicon

bitches callin me up tryin to set me up

like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina

Emmanuel, use fish gill to sell

General click deep with cartel

when niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail

shorty legs mad smooth, son I left slow

pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck

fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'

we waitin, conversatin', evil as Satan

illegal life, watch police on bikes

son I feel ashamed, they monkey wrenched the whole gang

a stress day, police watch the twelve "K"

while I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay

ale', laid back, cognac

and I dont even drink like that, I sell crack

yo my license, playin type mean, sell to fiends

bust guns, parallel

pistal (pistol), bust well

kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather

click together, keep gats under the leather

you lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight

yo these jail niggas comin' home taking a shit

yo illegal business, them niggas got bagged quick

got smoked

god body cat, he sniff coke

yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine

regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout

tactics, keep gats under the mattress

player hater, my team a bunch of regulator

set you up, you wont make it to the elevator

you never been to jail, I'm jail seen

niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen

shooting up scenes

real niggas take cream

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(people giving shout outs