The Cause

* multiple gunshots * [Intro: Inspectah Deck] 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 [Hook: Inspectah Deck] What you in for? What you live for? What you die for? I hope its for The Cause .. What you work for? What you stand for? What you strive for? I hope its for The Cause [Inspectah Deck] 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* [Hook] [Streetlife] 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 ho 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* [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Hitman like Thomas Hearns, 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 [Streetlife] 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