The Roots, DJ Cash Money - For the Love of Money lyrics

Yo yo, what the fuck, give us space
See ya'll up in the place and shit, fuck
Yo we 'bout to set it
We got my man DJ Cash Money
On the one and two's
Knowmsayin, we 'bout to take ya'll
Back into the realm
It's like this yo yo, check it out
Hold up yo it's like yo
One to make you scream, two to make you shout
Come on Cash Money
Let's rock yo well it's the

M-A-L-the-IK-B
Doin this since the early '80s
You try to play me, well I'ma play ya back
You know it's tipper tap when I pay you back

Well it's the B-L-A-the-C-K Thought
It grab crab niggas on life support
I don't know what the fuck ya'll
Thought or what ya'll snort
Any rapper Steppin Into the
Realm will get caught

You got caught off-guard in the
Yard while you was buzzin
You worked your way outta the puzzle
All of a sudden
This shit, we hit you like Sixth and Bristol
We put it in your body till it make you disco

Aiyyo, Philly mine for my passion
The city line
From Cheltenham to 69th Street to beyond
Want to lap around the map
And then pass the baton to my man
Between me and Mal-ik is a thin line

I'ma pull the pins all out the grenade
Radical renegade, let's get paid
I won't be around when they start the raid
Baricade your town like the Mummer's Parade

Aiyyo I here you M-ill, we the jawn for real
Rip shit from the valleys to
The top of the hill
Leave a nigga in a dip like a J-Street pill
The killer feel from South Phil
They better chill

We got my man Cash Money on the cut
Takin niggas back to the days of King Tut
You king of ampfier, you know I can't forget
For all you bachelors and
All you bachelorettes

Via satellite, chatter like Sean? and them
And keep the fly young ladies all tremblin
We outta Philly and rock The Fifth emblem
Walk upon water, maintain a dry Timberland
Roots Crew, remember them, still stunnin you
In the flesh wit Cash Money
On the one and two
And to the the shorty that's
Out past your curfew it's X rated
I don't wear the purple mumbling
Well if you're on the wheels, Cash get on -

We regret to inform you that
Due to the asinine
Leech-like Wall Street-ified sampling
Publishing laws that plague hip hop music
You'll be unable to witness the
Miracles that Cash Money creates
On the one and two's
Unfortunately, we have to leave you wit this