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[Verse 1]
Done it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we gotta live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know, we gotta live fat
[Verse 2]
I break 'em down like cheers, tears for fears from the ave
Tariq, whatever you seek baby shall
Be given to ya, delivered to ya
Posses, assess we movin' around up in the chess, no less
I keep the minds straight organize
And rise above these fake spies like organize
Now these guys are frontin', talking about blastin' and lootin'
**** slashin' and shootin, son, son who ya foolin'?
My ****, don't ever get no bigger than your britches
You know the old sayin', Daddy, uh
Stitches and ditches for snitches, uh
So pour out the DP and pass the Moe, Moe
And clean your imagination of that fake funk flow
[Verse 3]
Kill the noise your funk is unscented
This track is splendid
Honda wanted me to represent it
You who
The P-S-Y-C-H-O
Deep between the lines of yayo
Son, you faking jack
Push your wig back like Burt Reynolds
Even when I'm stressed
I keep my chin up like Jay Leno
Bring it in to any fuckin' Morano
Latino bag 'em, for they casino
[Verse 4]
Done it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we gotta live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know, we gotta live fat
[Verse 5]
I'm back, son
I know it's been awhile, 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 **** more paid than me
You crazy
It takes one look you'll determine
That you wouldn't dare fuck around with this German
The life of dead kids incredible
Fed bid heroin dreams
And wild schemes my heads deep
[Verse 6]
Who gives a fuck about the opposition?
My position is far from fiction
I started bitches seein' cream from all these fiends
With large addictions, partner listen
I been doin' this shit for years, ending careers
Bringing Max back from the ten cheers, yeah
So don't consider beefin'
I get rid of even the largest rap artist while the **** sleepin'
Keepin' the street sweeper close
'Cause **** who lac-toes
Subtract the Grim Reaper the most
[Verse 7]
Done it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we gotta live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know, we gotta live fat
[Verse 8]
It goes a one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three G
With all the motherfuckin's eyes, **** couldn't see
P-r-o-b-l-e-m-z with the verbal tactics
This ghetto bastard get you bouncin' like a mattress
I'm all that, not to sound conceited
But i'm undefeated
Handing out nuff knots like Ripley, so you better believe it
A dedicated underground representative
Rugged instrumentals get me hyped and give me incentive
To blow up the spot like Waco Texas
When I flex this crusty MC's get corroded like asbestos
On some next shit, but it's just the Brooklyn comin' out of me
I'm one of the ruggedest **** alive
There ain't no pussy parts about me
Word is born, this shit is on for real in your area
Problems representin' mass hysteria
The kid from BK who rock the diamond studded crowns
Comin' directly from Flatbush Poppo now hold that down
[Verse 9]
Done it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short so we gotta live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know, we gotta live fat
[Verse 10]
Done it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short so we gotta live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know, we gotta live fat
Written by: D.R.