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Artist:	Jay
Song Title:	Money Cash Hoes
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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
Fuck all yall haters blow dick
I spits the game those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash sticks what
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, lifes a bitch it maybe skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
Thats lifes a nick long as life prevent us
We gone send a lot of pretty price for guiness
Fuck it
Ice the rest and raise the price on these niggaz
Yall 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 I heard it was that nigga 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
Yall rap now, fat money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
Us the villain, fuck your feelings
While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
Whats the dealings (huh) its like we all have been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and brushed the building
Im tryin to restore the feelings fuck the lord keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck Im just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a book on
Sex 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 bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
Let em know when I rip they know what ll happen
When we clap shit
Actin like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
And the only thing thats stoppin him is you
Cuz the only thing that he ll be choppin is you
Topic include
Droppin a clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But gettin back to just cuz I love my niggaz
I shed blood on my niggaz
Let a nigga holler where my niggas
All Im a hear is right here my nigga

Chorus: (2X)

Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swiss
Uhhuh uhhuh
Dont stop biatch
Uh
Uhhuh yeah
Second game yo

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