The Cause Lyrics - Singles - Inspectah Deck

* multiple gunshots * 

Yo, when we do this, we do it for real 

We do it for the love, we do it for the money 

For the cash, for the women, the birds 

We do it for the foundation, for the people 

No matter how we do it, we do it for the cause 

Yea, yo 

What you in for? what you live for? 

What you die for? I hope it's for the cause 

What you work for? what you stand for? 

What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause 

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Inspectah, rhyme beretta nine in ya sector 

Wet the scenery with extreme measures 

Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter 

The 9th chamber, dance with the mind bender 

Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders 

Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members 

Distributin, my verbal sharp shootin 

While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin 

Duel of the iron mic bound to spark fusion 

Movin at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin 

Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics 

Heads roll off hilltops when I strike 

Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame 

Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game 

Recognize my name, i.n.s., your highness 

I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats 

There's no cure, even the experts are stunned 

My work is done as soon as I've just begun *echo* 

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Strictly, streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame 

Just build on my name, and master the slang 

I'm hittin harder than a lot of artists in the game 

I'm lyrically inclined, rockin just the same 

Than any mc who ship platinum or gold 

And only recoup to pay back what you sold 

Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe 

My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones 

I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke 

My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope 

A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke 

The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke 

>from the same place you from, different hood, the same slum 

Mother's third seed, father's first son 

Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul 

Ran into some juvenile niggas in design 

P.l.o. style, sign my name on the dotten line 

Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines *echo* 

Hitman like thomas hurns, bustin while the weed burns 

Shorty, sixteen, yearns for my crew to take turns 

I'm a loose cannon, medically examined 

Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine 

Splurgin, livin out the dirty version 

Throwin rocks at the ghetto birds circlin the urban 

Workin overtime, you notice the shine 

Niggas scope mine, models won't work capone nine 

We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear 

Got money on my mind this year, by all means 

Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams 

What you hear is the truth, fuck what you used to 

I provide you with street music you can ride to 

Push through, sound blastin through the sun roof 

Street surfer, lurkin, thirsty for the loot 

I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands 

I work for cash and fans, and die for the clan