Out For The Cash

Lyrics

[Hook] We want it all so we out for the cash Life's too short so we gotta live fast Gotta keep it real, get the doe, and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat "5 Deadly Venoms on wax" [Verse 1: Al' Tariq] I break 'em down like Cheers Tear For Fears from the ave Tariq, whatever you seek, baby, you shall Be given to ya, deliver to ya Posses asses, we movin' around up in the chest, no less I keep the minds straight, organize And raise above these fake spies like Organized Now these guys are frontin', talking about blastin' and lootin' Niggas slashin' shit, but, son-son, who ya foolin'? My nigga, don't ever get no bigger than your britches You know the old sayin', daddy, uh, "Stitches and ditches for snitches" So pour out the D.P. and pass the Moe' Moe' And clean you imagination of that fake funk flow [Verse 2: Psycho Les] Kill the noise, your funk is unscented This track is splendid, Honda wanted me to represent it (Yo, who?) The P-S-Y-C-H-O, deep between the lines of yayo Son, you fake a jack, push your wig back like Burt Renoylds Even when I'm stressed, I keep my chin up like Jay Leno Bring it to any fuckin' moreno Latino bag 'em, for they casino [Hook] We want it all so we out for the cash Life's too short so we gotta live fast Gotta keep it real, get the doe, and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat "5 Deadly Venoms on wax" [Verse 3: JuJu] I'm back, son, I know it's been a while, but whatever I'm terror, undoubtedly more violent then ever I'm out here gettin' money more ways than three I can't see these clown niggas more paid then me You crazy, it takes one look, you'll determine That you wouldn't dare fuck around with this German The life or dead kids, incredible Fed bids Heroin dreams and wild schemes, my head's deep [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Who gives a fuck about the opposition? My position is far from fiction I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiends With large addictions, partner, listen I been doin' this shit for years, endin' careers Bringin' MACs back from the Tangiers, yeah So don't consider beefin' I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the niggas sleepin' Keepin' the street-sweeper close 'Cause niggas who lack toast Subtract the grim reaper the most [Hook] We want it all so we out for the cash Life's too short so we gotta live fast Gotta keep it real, get the doe, and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat "5 Deadly Venoms on wax" [Verse 5: Problemz] It goes a – one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three G With all them motherfuckin' I's, niggas couldn't see P-R-O-B L-E-M-Z – with the verbal tactics This ghetto bastard gets you bouncin' like a matress I'm all that, not to sound conceited But I'm undefeated Handin' out nuff knots like Ripley, so you better Believe It A dedicated underground representative Rugged instrumentals get me hyped and give me incentive To blow up the spot like Waco, Texas When I flex this, crusty MC's get corroded like asbestos On some next shit, but it's just the Brooklyn comin' out of me I'm one of the ruggedest niggas alive There ain't no pussy parts about me Word is born, this shit is on in your area Problemz representin' mass hysteria The kid from BK who rock the diamond-studded crowns Comin' directly from Flatbush, poppo – now hold that down [Hook] We want it all so we out for the cash Life's too short so we gotta live fast Gotta keep it real, get the doe, and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat "5 Deadly Venoms on wax"