Out for the Cash

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

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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

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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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