Out For The Cash (Feat. Common Sense, Fat Joe & The Beatnuts)

featuring Al Tariq  The Beatnuts  Fat Joe & Problemz 



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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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