- DMX Money, Cash, Hoes 歌詞
- JAY-Z DMX
- Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What? Yeah, come on, Big flow
Come on, yeah, come on
Yo, yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck all yall haters, blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks, what?
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since lifes a bitch in miniskirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
Thats lifes a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggas
Yall cant floss on my level
Ill invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the Harlem playas wall my picture
If you get close enough, you can read the scripture
It reads 'Money, cash, hoes', how real was that nigga, what ?
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Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch
Yall rap now, fast money, lets slow it up
Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever CEO, what ? What?
Us the villains, fuck your feelings
While yall playa hate, we in the upper millions
Whats the dealing? Huh, its like New Yorks been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
Im tryin to restore the feelin, fuck the law, keep dealin
More money, more cash, more chilling
I know they gon criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck, Im just a crook on this song
Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Shit, I led a life you can write a book on
Sex, murder, and mayhem, romance for the street
Man and Ill tell ya, itll be the bestseller
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DMX and my dogs bite
Jigga, my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit
Let em go and I bet they know whatll happen
When we clap shit
Actin like we owe em somethin
Then we show em somethin
Talk greasy, I think they found em down the road or somethin
Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
The only thing thats stoppin him is you, what?
Cause the only thing that hell be droppin is you, what?
Choppin in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But gettin back to just cause I love my niggas
I shed blood for my niggas
Let a nigga holler 'Where my niggas?'
All Ima hear is, 'Right here my nigga', come on
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Roc-A-Fella shit, uh, uh
Ruff Ryders, my nigga Swizz
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Dont stop, biatch
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Respect the game, yo
Okay, okay, okay, so now the guys working for Jay-Z
Any problems? He can go to Jay-Z
Trouble writing a song? He can go to Jay-Z
Beef with his label? With other rappers?
He can call Jay-Z
But now the guy is gotta come up with Jay-Zs money every week no matter what
Aint selling any records? Fuck you, pay me
Oh, you want me in your video? Fuck you, pay me
No ones coming to your shows, huh? Fuck you, pay me
And then what do you do when you cant borrow another dollar from the label?
You cant sell the singles in the stores?
You light a match, you blow the joint
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