Out For The Cash Lyrics

Out For The Cash lyrics

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

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