Текст песни DJ Honda f Al Tariq, The Beatnuts, Fat J - Out For the Cash
DJ Honda f Al Tariq, The Beatnuts, Fat J - Out For the Cash слова песни
Hook:We want it all so we out for the cashLife`s too short so we gotta live fastGotta keep it real get the doe and that`s thatBefore we go out you know we gotta live phat"5 deadly venoms on wax"Al` Tariq:I break `em down like cheers tear for fears from the aveTariq whatever you seek baby you shall Be given to ya deliver to yaPosses asses we movin` around up in the chest no lessI keep the minds straight organize and raise above these fake spiesLike Organize now these guys are frontin` talking about blastin` andlootin`Niggas slashin` shit but son son who ya foolin`?My nigga don`t ever get no bigger than your britchesYou know the old sayin` daddy uh, stitches and ditchesFor snitchesSo pour out the D.P. and pass the Moe Moe And clean you imagination of that fake funk flowPsycho Les:Kill the noise your funk is unsentedThis track is splended Honda wanted me to represent it (yo who?)The P.S.Y.C.H.O. deep between the lines of yayoSon you fake a jack push your wig back like Burt RenoyldsEven when I`m stressed I keep my chin up like Jay LenoBring it to any fuckin` moranoLatino bag `em, for they casinoHookJuJu:I`m back son I know it`s been a while but whateverI`m terror undoubtedly more violent then everI`m out here gettin` money more ways then threeI can`t see these clown niggas more paid then meYou crazy it takes one look you`ll determineThat you wouldn`t dare fuck around with this GermanThe life or dead kids incredible Fed bids heroin dreamsAnd wild schemes my heads deepFat Joe:Who gives a fuck about the opposition?My position is far from fiction I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiendsWith large addictions partner listenI been doin` this shit for years endin` careersBringin` Max back from the ten cheers yeahSo don`t consider beefin`I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the niggas sleepin`Keepin` the street sweeper closeCause niggas who lac-toseSubtrack the grim reaper the mostHookProblemz:It goes a one Mississippi two Mississippi three GWith all them motherfuckin` I`s (eyes) niggas couldn`t seeP.R.O.B., L.E.M.Z. with the verbal tacticsThis ghetto bastard gets you bouncin` like a matressI`m all that not to sound conceitedBut I`m undefeatedHandin` out nuff knots (nots) like Ripley so you better believe itA dedicatated underground representitiveRugged instramentals get me hyped and give me insentitiveTo blow up the spot like Waco TexasWhen I flex this crusty MC`s get corroded like espestisOn some next shit but it`s just the Brooklyn comin` out out meI`m one of the ruggedest niggas aliveThere ain`t no pussy parts about meWord is born this shit is on in your areaProblemz representin`, mass hysteriaThe kid from BK who rock the diamond studded crownsComin` directly from Flatbush poppo now hold that downHook