Thinkin’ ’Bout Cash
Title | Thinkin’ ’Bout Cash |
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Artist | The Beatnuts |
Album | Stone Crazy |
Release Date | 1997-06-24 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Announcer] People are so busy listening to the music They don’t see what’s going on right under their very feet Below the ground… [Intro: Psycho Les + Hostyle] Ha…yeah yeah, yeah yeah Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together Screwball, Beatnuts collaboration Be a screw to a ball and a beat to a nut, what Check it, be a screw to a ball and a beat to a nut, what [Verse 1: Hostyle] Who’s the culprit? No shame in the game Feel the pain but my rhymes get you numb like cocaine It’s the black rose, the life I chose Getting hoes, pushing cum right out they nose Check the visuals, kid, as I illustrate, flow with hate I suffer but never get enough of this ghetto livin’ Can’t give in, gotta get in where you fit in Black blood within arm, picture which is written Gotsta spill the beans, I’m lurkin’ out in Queens Where niggas carry submachines under their jeans Pumpin’ heems, Jake separate into teams Flashlight beams, they spotty, K-9’s, pistol-grip shotties G-locks while thugs carry rocks in their Reeboks See lots of what’s going on, holding on But that’s the last straw, I can’t take it no more The world is sick and Queensbridge got the cure Word up (Queensbridge and Corona) Check it… [Chorus: Hostyle] If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you reading my mind To all you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers Cops who’s corrupting us, life of crime If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind You might also like[Verse 2: JuJu] Yo, how the fuck you gon’ do what I do? You ain’t me You niggas hate me, you niggas keep your guns on safety And lately, you fuckin’ with my nerves and shit With the way y’all been fuckin’ up my work and shit You heard right, my team put it on dirt bike Money hungry Germans with no life who gun fight We love this country in the worst way We gon’ bleed the bitch, corner to corner, Friday to Thursday Jump off the highway when you see ten bikes Poppin’ wheelies from Corona to Washington Heights (You heard right) fuckin’ up my money ain’t cool Now I gotta lift you, you know this game got rules Yo, Po, what’s up? Tell me what’s on your mind, son Word… [Verse 3: Blaq Poet] Check it, I’m going all out, no doubt, let me begin Time to release the beast that rages within I flips the script, I rip rhymes like none other This is for my niggas, they buckwild for my brother They’ve been fiendin’, while I was sitting back schemin’ Meditatin’, 9-7, fuck a waitin’ A lotta niggas might seem rough But they’re a cream puff underneath that gangsta lean stuff I’m the authentic, come check my lyrics Ain’t no gimmicks or record company image Rappers get blown up trying to take me out I bust ‘em open and make all their flavor leak out My rhymes are razor sharp, nothin’ to play with The beats are nuts, so you critics can’t say shit [Chorus: Hostyle] If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you reading my mind To you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers Cops who’s corrupting us, life of crime If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind [Verse 4: Psycho Les] Light the lah, we got mad trees (roll beez) Lifted, in a cypher of parolees (the clique) Crazy sick, done visit The wrong place at the wrong time and catch blizzard Approximately 20 deep, Spanish kids Tall boys are mannequins, Jake start panickin’ Calling in for backup, useless Pigs get smacked up, UH, left toothless Cut off their walkie talkie conversation I’m a big figure, you a crab nigga, that’s the situation Pull out on your ass like a futon, crush you like a crouton Bag you like Louis Vuitton (my shit) Tremble the walls of your neighbor Transaction, pushing more keys than Paul Schaffer Set for action, smashing chickens with fat culos Beatnuts and Screwball here to do y’all Like that, baby—what Yo, Hostyle, you know what I’m thinkin’… [Chorus: Hostyle] If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you reading my mind To all you jum jugglers, pimp hustlers, murderers Cops who’s corrupting us, life of crime If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind If you thinkin’ ‘bout cash, then you’re reading my mind [Outro: Hostyle] Yeah, it be a ball to a screw, a beat to a nut, what Y’all niggas don’t want it |