[Intro: Al Tariq]
Uh, uh
'95 for the real live, only the strong survive
DJ Honda, uh
Yeah
[Chorus]
We want it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we got to live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat
[Verse 1: Al Tariq]
Extra, no [?] don't you come next to
Moshi moshi, booty call, so then I sex her
Flex her, put it in the butt then I rocked her
'Cause I shake shit like earthquakes in Osaka
Got superbness [?] in my blood-
Stream, I move the blade clean to your gut
So what? I'm down with DJ Honda, n***a
You want problems, n***a? Come and let me solve 'em, n***a
[?] shit in that ass, she's dust to ashes
[?], bagging bitches and fucking asses
Pimping the cardiovascular
Muscular, masculine, I blast men
Or women, one man [?] to no man
Nor men, body part shipped to your kin
Get in where you fit, oh wee, we got hit
[?] fast, whipped that ass, come on, that's that shit
[Chorus]
We want it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we got to live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Hey yo, I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake
N***a dropper, which borough is the thorough?
I know, do you know? Let me know I'm sayin', though
The coke connector, sweating leathers with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my sector
Or I'ma have to inject ya with a slab of this lyrical dope shit
Fake MCs and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
Will I fail? I doubt it
I'm the n***a catching bodies while other n***as fantasize about it
But there's no need to talk about it
Keep it on for hush
Bust moves up a groove that I crush
Honda, one of Japan's magnificent
What up, 2Pac? We know you're innocent
[Chorus]
We want it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we got to live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat
[Verse 3: Psycho Les]
I'm wasted looking for my stats I forgot where I placed it
Shit is so close I can almost taste it smell it and hell it I can feel it
It's natural for the Psycho to bring real shit
Never fake moves, sample and take rules daily
Look, it's a bird, it's windows to capital L-E-S
808 thump to your chest, your girlfriend's breast
The neighbors say yes
We got the call up five will complain about less
And you don't squeal
Some n***as so whack to then get applause for my seal
N***a, chill
Before I have to go, you pull blouses steal from my drawers
Cop get all your motherfucking drawers
Blast ya, blast ya, matter of fact, I won't do that
I'll just tap your dome and ask ya
Who got the shit when it come on?
N***as get dumb on, honey, take the album home
Play it and get the cup on
Get the cup on while I get down the next line
My nuts are turning titties, give a mouth full of dick
While my left is on the head and my right felt the clit
Hell, her voice in a scratch, buss a fucking nut then I'm out, biatch
[Bridge: Fat Joe]
Yeah, fuck all these two set bitches and all these fake MCs (What up?)
From New York to Japan (Uh-huh)
My n***a Honda's is the man, yeah
[Chorus]
We want it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we got to live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat
[Verse 4: Common Sense]
It's the '95 fiscal, some say the score of the revolution
Therefore, I have come, a comforter throwing words of war
For I'm drawing in the brain
Torn, scorned by the pouring rain
But I can stand it, seldom do I feel stranded
Granted I stand with a style that is free
I'm the Mandela ask Nelson
Brothers love me I lay it lovely
I'm ugly, both of us on the mic
I strike like a teacher
Rappers align, stand in lines with their signs tryna picket
They pick at the way I kick it
'Cause with it I'm not wicked
'Cause that's malignant I use my figments, riches, vivid
And give it to you babe and like love without no limit
I have no limits, no gimmicks, no emmits, no mimic, I'm finished, no minutes
To be timid, when shit stick I spit
What I'm done it with, that's shit I stick with
And kick with the crew I click with
That's who I sit with and trip with and sip with
The boys I nipped it and growth it
I gripped it, a hit without equipment
I often been depicted as the solid one and liquid
Yo this shit's from my man Honda
[Bridge 2: JuJu]
Oh yeah, word up, we got the whole crew up in here tonight kid
Bout to set it, you know I'm sayin'
Big Ju representing 3CF Mob, aight?
[Verse 5: JuJu]
5 deadly venoms on wax
Fueled by the fury of stress, mad blunt's and six pack, it's on n***a
Real hip hop, yo in the essence
You bout to get a pound of soul in every sentence, yeah
Say what you want by Big Ju, but when it's time to get down
You know a real n***a shine through
Taking out your whole crew, save you for last
So you can see all the pain you gon' go through
Sucker you, shoulda known the man well
Now your ass is turning more colors than a man drill
A little more than you can handle
Big Ju the vandal, here to put an end to all scandal
[Bridge 3: JuJu]
Word up, you know what I'm saying?
Doing it for my man Honda kid, getting down
For real, real hip hop kid
Aight? Word up
[Chorus]
We want it all, so we out for the cash
Life's too short, so we got to live fast
Gotta keep it real, get the dough and that's that
Before we go out, you know we gotta live phat
