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New York get the bloody money, dirty cash<br /> Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash<br /> You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet<br /> Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop upI'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to<br /> Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you<br /> The setup was weak, you coming<br /> I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit<br /> Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding<br /> Cowboy rope, choke your throat<br /> Put the bogey out in your face<br /> Now your face laced like ash tray faceStay with gat on my waist<br /> Give the God some space, shoot you up above waist<br /> If I ain't got beef right here or right there<br /> Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right, it off right there<br /> CNN war report spread across New York<br /> Guard him Indian style, knees bent, militant<br /> Yo, the world know Noreaga from Iraq<br /> Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that<br /> Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley CatLittle cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug<br /> Thug blood, yo, we stuck in the game like it's a drug<br /> My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too<br /> Uncle Wise been banned since '82<br /> Back on the streets, a hundred seven got brew<br /> I see you, come see you, writing scrolls<br /> (Writing scrolls)<br /> To the rest of the fam, locked in holesAt age eight, money come first, snatch purse<br /> Go to church, yo, that's not me, mami, I'm cursed<br /> Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think<br /> Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts<br /> Yo, what happened? Police kicked door, yo, he was rappin'<br /> Your wife, what? What? What? What? Dressed indecent<br /> A hundred crackers, son, it's the one-ten precinctNew York get the bloody money, dirty cash<br /> Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash<br /> You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet<br /> Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop upYo, time zone, cabron, madicon<br /> Bitches callin' me up, tryin' to set me up<br /> Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina<br /> Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell<br /> General, clique deep with cartel<br /> When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?<br /> Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck<br /> Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuckFatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'<br /> We waitin, conversatin', Iblis Satan<br /> Illegal life, watch police on bikes<br /> Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game<br /> A stress day, police watch the twelve "K"<br /> While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay<br /> I lay, lay back, cognac<br /> And I don't even drink like that, I sell crackYo, my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends<br /> Shoot guns, parallel<br /> Pistal, bust well<br /> (Pistol)<br /> Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather<br /> Clique together, keep gats under the leather<br /> You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight<br /> Yo, it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit<br /> Yo, illegal business, them niggas got dealt witGot smoked, God body cat, he sniff coke<br /> Yo, he's old time, thinkin' 'bout drinkin' his wine<br /> Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout<br /> Tactics, keep gats under the mattress<br /> Player hater, my team a bunch of regulator<br /> Set you up, you won't make it to the elevator<br /> You never been to jail, I'm jail seen<br /> Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen, shooting up scenes<br /> [Unverified]<br /> Real niggas take creamNew York get the bloody money, dirty cash<br /> Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash<br /> You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet<br /> Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop upNew York get the bloody money, dirty cash<br /> Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash<br /> You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet<br /> Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop upLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

"Bloody Money" Lyrics


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 upI'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 faceStay 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 Noreaga from Iraq
Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that

Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley CatLittle 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 holesAt 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, he was rappin'
Your wife, what? What? What? What? Dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, son, it's the one-ten precinctNew 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 upYo, 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 fuckFatty 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 don't even drink like that, I sell crackYo, my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
Shoot guns, parallel
Pistal, bust well
(Pistol)
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 witGot 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 won't make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I'm jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen, shooting up scenes
[Unverified]
Real niggas take creamNew 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 upNew 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

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Capone-N-Noreaga (C-N-N for short) is a hip hop duo that consists of Capone (Kiam Holley) and N.O.R.E. (Victor Santiago). The two grew up in the housing projects of Queensbridge and Lefrak City (both in Queens, New York), and met each other in jail in 1992 while doing kitchen duty.

In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.

After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.

In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.

In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.

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