Fat Joe - Out For the Cash lyrics

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Fat Joe - Out For the Cash lyrics

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 a**es 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' n***as slashin' sh** but son son who ya foolin'? My n***a 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 pa** the Moe Moe And clean you imagination of that fake funk flow Psycho Les: k** 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 f**in' 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 n***as more paid then me You crazy it takes one look you'll determine That you wouldn't dare f** around with this German The life or dead kids incredible Fed bids h**n dreams And wild schemes my heads deep Fat Joe: Who gives a f** about the opposition? My position is far from fiction I started b**hes seeing cream from all these fiends With large addictions partner listen I been doin' this sh** for years endin' careers Bringin' Max back from the Tangiers yeah So don't consider beefin' I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the n***as sleepin' Keepin' the street sweeper close Cause n***as who lac-tose Subtrack the grim reaper the most Hook Problemz: It goes a one Mississippi two Mississippi three G With all them motherf**in' I's (eyes) n***as couldn't see P.R.O.B., L.E.M.Z. with the verbal tactics This ghetto ba*tard 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 asbestos On some next sh** but it's just the Brooklyn comin' out out me I'm one of the ruggedest n***as alive There ain't no p**y parts about me Word is born this sh** is on in your area Problemz representin', ma** 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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