Capone & Noreaga lyrics

Capone & Noreaga lyrics

"Bloody Money lyrics"

Voodoo lyrics
Saturday evening A narrow path runs along the river From the burial ground you might see it Leading to a temple of secrets Where they meet once a week...to dance and feast Lula is dancing to the voodoo drums Twisting, turning, round and round She is ready to receive the LOA She is ready for the God This one is Damballah Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo Tota
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 Yor
Concrete Jungle lyrics
In a time when mother earthGets laid by father concreteAll the trees and all the plantsWill have gone there's no comebackConcrete chokes our pleasant landsLying there so cold 'n' deadNow we stand in a concrete desertWith no chance to surviveRacing through the concrete jungleLookin' for a better place to liveConcrete, concrete grey 'n'
k Guard him Indian style - knees bent, militant Yo the world know Noreaga 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 think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo h
Burned Up lyrics
Burned up, my throat is ripped open, I can't sing, I can not scream, havin' hard times, fall asleep Remind me, I keep my spirits high, it always could be worse, right destiny, my own life Save me the daylight, bring me home in this bus I call my own, best friends I've ever known Yeah Bad karma collecting from my past, the best time I ever had if my
was rappin' Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecent A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct Chorus Yo time zone, cabron, madicon Bitches callin me up, tryin to set me up Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell General - clique deep with cartel When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail? Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin' We waitin, conversatin', Iblis Satan Illegal life, watch police on bikes Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game A stress day, police watch the twelve "K" While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay I lay - lay back, cognac And I dont even drink like that, I sell
Once You Had Gold lyrics
Once you had gold, Once you had silver, Then came the rains out of the blue. Ever and always. Always and ever. Time gave both darkness and dreams to you. Now you can see Spring becomes autumn, leaves become gold falling from view. Ever and always. Always and ever. No-one can promise a dream come true, Time gave both darkness and dreams to you. What is
crack Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends Shoot guns, parallel Pistal (pistol), bust well Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather Clique together, keep gats under the leather You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit 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 Chorus 2x (people giving shout outs)

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