Out for the Cash (5 Deadly Venoms)

Lyrics

[Intro: Al Tariq] Uh, uh '95 for the real live, only the strong survive DJ Honda, uh Yeah [Chorus] We want it all, so we out for the cash Life's too short, so we got to live fast Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat [Verse 1: Al Tariq] Extra, no [?] don't you come next to Moshi moshi, booty call, so then I sex her Flex her, put it in the butt then I rocked her 'Cause I shake shit like earthquakes in Osaka Got superbness [?] in my blood- Stream, I move the blade clean to your gut So what? I'm down with DJ Honda, nigga You want problems, nigga? Come and let me solve 'em, nigga [?] shit in that ass, she's dust to ashes [?], bagging bitches and fucking asses Pimping the cardiovascular Muscular, masculine, I blast men Or women, one man [?] to no man Nor men, body part shipped to your kin Get in where you fit, oh wee, we got hit [?] fast, whipped that ass, come on, that's that shit [Chorus] We want it all, so we out for the cash Life's too short, so we got to live fast Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Hey yo, I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake Nigga dropper, which borough is the thorough? I know, do you know? Let me know I'm sayin', though The coke connector, sweating leathers with reflectors Don't get caught up in my sector Or I'ma have to inject ya with a slab of this lyrical dope shit Fake MCs and wannabe's best to quote this Fat Joe the true and living will prevail Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale Will I fail? I doubt it I'm the nigga catching bodies while other niggas fantasize about it But there's no need to talk about it Keep it on for hush Bust moves up a groove that I crush Honda, one of Japan's magnificent What up, 2Pac? We know you're innocent [Chorus] We want it all, so we out for the cash Life's too short, so we got to live fast Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat [Verse 3: Psycho Les] I'm wasted looking for my stats I forgot where I placed it Shit is so close I can almost taste it smell it and hell it I can feel it It's natural for the Psycho to bring real shit Never fake moves, sample and take rules daily Look, it's a bird, it's windows to capital L-E-S 808 thump to your chest, your girlfriend's breast The neighbors say yes We got the call up five will complain about less And you don't squeal Some niggas so whack to then get applause for my seal Nigga, chill Before I have to go, you pull blouses steal from my drawers Cop get all your motherfucking drawers Blast ya, blast ya, matter of fact, I won't do that I'll just tap your dome and ask ya Who got the shit when it come on? Niggas get dumb on, honey, take the album home Play it and get the cup on Get the cup on while I get down the next line My nuts are turning titties, give a mouth full of dick While my left is on the head and my right felt the clit Hell, her voice in a scratch, buss a fucking nut then I'm out, biatch [Bridge: Fat Joe] Yeah, fuck all these two set bitches and all these fake MCs (What up?) From New York to Japan (Uh-huh) My nigga Honda's is the man, yeah [Chorus] We want it all, so we out for the cash Life's too short, so we got to live fast Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat [Verse 4: Common Sense] It's the '95 fiscal, some say the score of the revolution Therefore, I have come, a comforter throwing words of war For I'm drawing in the brain Torn, scorned by the pouring rain But I can stand it, seldom do I feel stranded Granted I stand with a style that is free I'm the Mandela ask Nelson Brothers love me I lay it lovely I'm ugly, both of us on the mic I strike like a teacher Rappers align, stand in lines with their signs tryna picket They pick at the way I kick it 'Cause with it I'm not wicked 'Cause that's malignant I use my figments, riches, vivid And give it to you babe and like love without no limit I have no limits, no gimmicks, no emmits, no mimic, I'm finished, no minutes To be timid, when shit stick I spit What I'm done it with, that's shit I stick with And kick with the crew I click with That's who I sit with and trip with and sip with The boys I nipped it and growth it I gripped it, a hit without equipment I often been depicted as the solid one and liquid Yo this shit's from my man Honda [Bridge 2: JuJu] Oh yeah, word up, we got the whole crew up in here tonight kid Bout to set it, you know I'm sayin' Big Ju representing 3CF Mob, aight? [Verse 5: JuJu] 5 deadly venoms on wax Fueled by the fury of stress, mad blunt's and six pack, it's on nigga Real hip hop, yo in the essence You bout to get a pound of soul in every sentence, yeah Say what you want by Big Ju, but when it's time to get down You know a real nigga shine through Taking out your whole crew, save you for last So you can see all the pain you gon' go through Sucker you, shoulda known the man well Now your ass is turning more colors than a man drill A little more than you can handle Big Ju the vandal, here to put an end to all scandal [Bridge 3: JuJu] Word up, you know what I'm saying? Doing it for my man Honda kid, getting down For real, real hip hop kid Aight? Word up [Chorus] We want it all, so we out for the cash Life's too short, so we got to live fast Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat