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featuring Al Tariq The Beatnuts Fat Joe & Problemz
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Hook:
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We want it all so we out for the cash
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Life's too short so we gotta live fast
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Gotta keep it real get the doe and that's that
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Before we go out you know we gotta live phat
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"5 deadly venoms on wax"
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Al' Tariq:
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I break 'em down like cheers tear for fears from the ave
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Tariq whatever you seek baby you shall
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Be given to ya deliver to ya
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Posses asses we movin' around up in the chest no less
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I keep the minds straight organize and raise above these fake spies
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Like Organize now these guys are frontin' talking about blastin' and
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lootin'
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Niggas slashin' shit but son son who ya foolin'?
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My nigga don't ever get no bigger than your britches
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You know the old sayin' daddy uh, stitches and ditches
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For snitches
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So pour out the D.P. and pass the Moe Moe
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And clean you imagination of that fake funk flow
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Psycho Les:
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Kill the noise your funk is unsented
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This track is splended Honda wanted me to represent it (yo who?)
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The P.S.Y.C.H.O. deep between the lines of yayo
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Son you fake a jack push your wig back like Burt Renoylds
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Even when I'm stressed I keep my chin up like Jay Leno
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Bring it to any fuckin' morano
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Latino bag 'em, for they casino
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Hook
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JuJu:
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I'm back son I know it's been a while but whatever
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I'm terror undoubtedly more violent then ever
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I'm out here gettin' money more ways then three
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I can't see these clown niggas more paid then me
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You crazy it takes one look you'll determine
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That you wouldn't dare fuck around with this German
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The life or dead kids incredible Fed bids heroin dreams
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And wild schemes my heads deep
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Fat Joe:
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Who gives a fuck about the opposition?
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My position is far from fiction
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I started bitches seeing cream from all these fiends
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With large addictions partner listen
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I been doin' this shit for years endin' careers
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Bringin' Max back from the ten cheers yeah
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So don't consider beefin'
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I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the niggas sleepin'
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Keepin' the street sweeper close
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Cause niggas who lac-tose
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Subtrack the grim reaper the most
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Hook
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Problemz:
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It goes a one Mississippi two Mississippi three G
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With all them motherfuckin' I's (eyes) niggas couldn't see
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P.R.O.B., L.E.M.Z. with the verbal tactics
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This ghetto bastard gets you bouncin' like a matress
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I'm all that not to sound conceited
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But I'm undefeated
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Handin' out nuff knots (nots) like Ripley so you better believe it
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A dedicatated underground representitive
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Rugged instramentals get me hyped and give me insentitive
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To blow up the spot like Waco Texas
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When I flex this crusty MC's get corroded like espestis
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On some next shit but it's just the Brooklyn comin' out out me
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I'm one of the ruggedest niggas alive
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There ain't no pussy parts about me
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Word is born this shit is on in your area
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Problemz representin', mass hysteria
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The kid from BK who rock the diamond studded crowns
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Comin' directly from Flatbush poppo now hold that down
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Hook
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Out For The Cash
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DJ Honda |