* multiple gunshots *



[intro: inspectah deck]

Yowhen we do thiswe do it for real

We do it for the lovewe do it for the money

For the cashfor the womenthe birds

We do it for the foundationfor the people

No matter how we do itwe do it for the cause

Yeayo



[chorus: inspectah deck]

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



[inspectah deck]

Inspectahrhyme beretta nine in ya sector

Wet the scenery with extreme measures

Supreme lecturebless the headsyou dare enter

The 9th chamberdance with the mind bender

Surrender your thrownthere's no room for pretenders

Bystander pollyin worldwide with nine members

Distributinmy 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 lightnice at what I'm doin

Drop it in ya brain like spicewithout the five mics

Heads roll off hilltops when I strike

Sniper aimstick you up for your price of fame

Like the flamewatch you get hot inside the game

Recognize my namei.n.s.your highness

I rep for live setsplace ya betsmake ya threats

There's no cureeven the experts are stunned

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



[chorus]



[streetlife]

StrictlystreetlifeI never play a fan of the fame

Just build on my nameand master the slang

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

I'm lyrically inclinedrockin just the same

Than any mc who ship platinum or gold

And only recoup to pay back what you sold

Over budget your videogot pimped like a hoe

My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones

I'd rather be alive and paidthan dead broke

My life is like a thin lineon a tight rope

A fiend with no dopewrong way to provoke

The man behind the scopetuckedready to smoke

>from the same place you fromdifferent hoodthe same slum

Mother's third seedfather's first son

Bastard child runnin wildlivin foul

Ran into some juvenile niggas in design

P.l.o. stylesign my name on the dotten line

Your beef is minedangerous minds combinewe all carry nines *echo*



[chorus]



[inspectah deck]

Hitman like thomas hurnsbustin while the weed burns

Shortysixteenyearns for my crew to take turns

I'm a loose cannonmedically examined

Found deadly as a plaguesoon to spread like famine

Splurginlivin out the dirty version

Throwin rocks at the ghetto birds circlin the urban

Workin overtimeyou notice the shine

Niggas scope minemodels won't work capone nine



[streetlife]

We travel in pairsyou got the frontI watch the rear

Got money on my mind this yearby all means

Put an end to your cold stairscrush your small dreams

What you hear is the truthfuck what you used to

I provide you with street music you can ride to

Push throughsound blastin through the sun roof

Street surferlurkinthirsty for the loot

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

I work for cash and fansand die for the clan