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Текст песни Dj Honda - Out For The Cash

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featuring Al Tariq The Beatnuts Fat Joe & Problemz

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"

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 Organize 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

Psycho Les:
Kill the noise your funk is unsented
This track is splended 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` morano
Latino bag `em, for they casino

Hook

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 then 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 heads deep

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` Max back from the ten cheers 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 lac-tose
Subtrack the grim reaper the most

Hook

Problemz:
It goes a one Mississippi two Mississippi three G
With all them motherfuckin` I`s (eyes) 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 (nots) like Ripley so you better believe it
A dedicatated underground representitive
Rugged instramentals get me hyped and give me insentitive
To blow up the spot like Waco Texas
When I flex this crusty MC`s get corroded like espestis
On some next shit but it`s just the Brooklyn comin` out out 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

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