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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  
  
 Hook