For The Love Of Money Lyrics - The Roots

(Black Thought) 

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 

(Malik B) 

M-A-L-the-I-K-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 

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(Black Thought) 

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 

(Malik B) 

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 

(Black Thought) 

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 

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(Malik B) 

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 

(Black Thought) 

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 

(Malik B) 

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 

(Black Thought and Malik B) 

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---- 

(? uestlove) 

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...