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Money, Cash, Hoes Lyrics

Jay-Z:

Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What Uhhuh Yeah
(Uhh)
Come on
Big flow
(GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on

Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
F**k all y'all haters blow d***
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
s** murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a b**** in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a n****, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
F**k it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these n*****
Y'all cant floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how real was that n**** what

Chorus: (repeat 2X)

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)
Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)
Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
n***** try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
Us the villains, f**k your feelings
While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin to restore the feelings f**k the law keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a f**k I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
s*** I led a life you can write a book on
s** murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller

Chorus: (2X)

DMX:

D-M-X and my dogs b***
Jigga my n**** rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap s***
Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap s***
Actin like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
F**kin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like f**kin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
And the only thing thats stoppin him is you
Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you
Topic include; 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 n*****
I shed blood, for my n*****
Let a n**** holler where my n*****
All I'ma hear is right here my n****
Chorus: (2X)

Roc-A-Fella s*** uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My n**** Swizz
Uhhuh uhhuh
Dont stop b*****
Uh
Uhhuh yeah
Inspect the game yo
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Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life (1998)
Intro - Hand It Down Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) If I Should Die Ride or Die n**** What, n**** Who (Originator 99) Money, Cash, Hoes A Week Ago Coming of Age (Da Sequel) Can I Get A... Paper Chase Reservoir Dogs It's Like That It's Alright Money Ain't a Thang
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