Blaq Poet, The Beatnuts, Hostyle - Thinkin’ ’Bout Cash lyrics
[Blaq Poet, The Beatnuts, Hostyle - Thinkin’ ’Bout Cash lyrics]
People are so busy listening to the music
They don’t see what’s going on
Right under their very feet
Below the ground
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
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 check it
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
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
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
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
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
Light the lah, we got mad trees
Lifted, in a cypher of parolees
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’
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
Yeah, it be a ball to a
Screw, a beat to a nut, what
Y’all niggas don’t want it
They don’t see what’s going on
Right under their very feet
Below the ground
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
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 check it
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
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
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
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
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
Light the lah, we got mad trees
Lifted, in a cypher of parolees
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’
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
Yeah, it be a ball to a
Screw, a beat to a nut, what
Y’all niggas don’t want it