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Artist: Wale & A-Trak f/ A$AP Ferg
Album:  Festivus 
Song:   Blood Money 3.5
Typed by: Cedmaster3K 

New York get the blood money, real niggas smokin' loud ass weed
Still countin' my math, La Marina
Summertime I be in the spot
On the hood shit, smell me niggas, it's all
DC got love for me
Young niggas sippin' all that lean (try slowin' them down)
Real live at the town, they be go-go'd out
I play the let out, smell me, nigga still flat out
Uh, chilly weather, Balmain with many zipper
I'm ballin', see my closet a dollar of Penny's in them
And I ain't talkin' about no problems cause problems get finished quick with 'em
Niggas ch-ch-chopper, brat-tat-tat any nigga
Know that the city vicious, drug dealin' right here appealin'
Like they some villains or somethin', they at the hero-in' again
Uh, now here I come and who carries Maryland with 'em?
The crabs in the bucket, fuck it, I've been aquarium clearin'
Uh, comin' through with some young Surulere goons
Rest in peace to Boo, used to rock them Melo number two's
That was '02, maybe '03
Oh please, stop it, you're origami, I'm finna fold crews
Uh, overseas to the back block
Uh, straight G's where I'm at, Bob
Uh, and we done seen it growin' up
When the fiends get they look, they always jukin' like it’s black rock
Spend it, you know let's get it, uh
Take this money, I'ma take your bitches!
And no I’m not a gangsta but I stay authentic
That’s why I go up to any place and remain unblemished
Eight for the tennis, I'm great with the lyrics
The niggas upstate sayin' "Le niggas tellin'" like "Le niggas tell it"
Yeah, say the niggas tell 'em
I swear a nigga heard I ain't never been a weller
Redbone, redbone well put together
Put it in my cell, I can put it in your belly
Kentland, what's up? Landover, what’s up?
Roll pass Ardmore feelin' local as fuck
Audemar keep it on, niggas won't even touch
When you home and you humble you get a lot of respect
And niggas trappin' tryin' to get at all the bread
Get up out of the jungle, get his daughter a bed
Get his son some gear, find a pot he can piss in
So quarters movin' back and forth like it's a lottery ticket
And to be honest who gon' want McDonalds position?
No time for chicken nuggets but somehow they find all the dippers
They slippin', uh (blood money, blood, blood, blood)

[Interlude: excerpt from the TV show "Seinfeld"]
"Hey, I just spent a lot of time and I have eaten a lot of crap"
"to get where I am today, and I am not throwing it all away now"

{*beat changes*}

Blood money, blood money, blood blood

[A$AP Ferg]
Yeah yeah, ahh - WOOF!
Daddy, daddy was a legend, Harlem born, money gettin'
'Til he pull an armageddon, trigger (blrrrt!) cerebellum
Mellow at the 7/11, mama had to call the reverend
Daddy teach your hood a lesson from the seven Mac-11
8:30, eight mack, ten crack ones
Puttin' genocide on my black friends
Richard Porter seen the slaughter
Alpo kinda sorta was a hoe cause he left the whole hood in heated water
Damn, shit niggas still glorify
He had all the rides, he had all the bitches fuckin' all the thots
He the man rockin' Dapper Dan with a gun in hand, Pakistan
I don't understand how you kill your man (damn!)
I don't understand how you kill your man
Goddamn, how you kill your man over money bands?
Two Harlem kids in a gang do the Devil dance
Cause the greed of money had them caught up all up in a trance

Blood, look
Fuck niggas takin' nothin' from me
Sun goin' down in a town where ain't nothin' funny
Little buddy on a corner with a quarter on him
Father with the law and the the mom trippin' off the water
Talkin' to herself in public
I'm lookin' out South Florida Avenue, haven't you heard of the dealers and loiterers?
The trappers and murderers
I could see Sursum Corda from the Mandarin Orien, Tal, you see the glory in this?
I don't see it nigga! They keep it G, you can't see it, nigga
They see you on tees and see you on the scene slippin'
You bein' hot, you see I'm Pac, don't be in public
We ain't seen peace around these parts since Teen Summit, blood money