Hey! (vocal box) Never understood, how we did it How we made this music groove your very soul
(Onasis) Yo I lamp out in the rented E-7 V-12 screamer The new Benz, seen her? 290 thou, wow Somethin your rap budget does not allow Why you laughin, I don't see nothing funny Pull back two Mac-10's now it's a big Mac-20 That is the basics Quik and I we run the Matrix Hold your mouth don't say shit Walk through any borough That stretch from here past the tri ?? Better respect us dog we ?kernel? Don't get it confused We smashin crews, it's my rules Don't come correct and get abused I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama Make 'em feel it, like Tupac's Dear Mama It could be pitch black and I spot ya BOOM! Kick in your door like Big Poppa
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Never Xzibit DJ motherfucking Quik Erick Sermon
(DJ Quik) Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga Xzibit And Quik get down with the E Double? You get we trouble E, make the beat bubble Make the bass all on you shake they break out To the ground and dig em out of E rubble Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib And if you got a pound E Dub I got dibs Cuz this is how we do it here It's ironic that you done stepped into a room Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin Tryin to take you to a star Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out And if you got a fantasy Erick they play it out We big figga rap niggas From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88 Now cross my dogs or cross my path and I'ma whet ya Way down from the Compton town, and I bet ya
(vocal box)
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman Yeah, the bar is now open C'mon, yeah, it's on me C'mon, yeah Presented to you, AvireX to the Z Yeah, listen
(Xzibit) I'm the spin doctor, Phantom of the Opera If this was '89 I would break you off proper Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo Not dough hoe, my nigga B came in solo, dolo Most niggas react like a homo And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child ?? steal our tickets Extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that aint stickin I'm walkin away, a free man Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan I fucked your mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man! Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be And break bread with the real niggas close to me EPMD
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C'mon, yeah, DJ Quik in the motherfucking house Yeah, this dick in your mouth Ha, c'mon, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon Yeah, you think it aint The west coast brought cats alive in 1999 All the way bouncin through millenium Ha, c'mon, yeah Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit Yeah, yo, DJ motherfucking Quik Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo Yeah, Green Eyed Bandit Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin Yeah, R.I.P. Roger Troutman Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah
Yo, yo, yo... Ow! Motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ?? Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha What you know about it, what you know about it
(Redman) Yo, why you buggin? I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear Put it to my dick so you hear me comin I.C.U. critical, up on a stretcher The 45 undresser, put on the pressure You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up You dealin then shuffle the deck up Fuck the IRS, I'm the NRS Nigga Revenue Service, talico inserter Murder, a six letter word to convert a Beef you better off flippin beef at Fat Burger Yo Keith, pull out the burner (he won't move any further) Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers I carry tools like Sears Surplus So when I spit you catch heart murmurs Word, you sweeter than cupcakes I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight Each generation, rules the nation Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw Then y'all be like He's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite Chicken might dine like cops First of the month these thugs Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug I beat pussy down when I'm smokin the la Bitches leave the room screamin "Oh na na Oh na na"
(Erick Onassis) E dog the mic demolitioner The black superhero Def Squad's the clique, we rock shit Cuz we flossiest No thug cats show us often this We the boss in this Why think of double crossin this Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who I be I'll catch you eye then, ya heard I live the life that's quite chill On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil Believe you me, E I got a fresh flow I keep it blazed like dat fo' sho' Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast My name aint Next and, y'all Too Close The rap emperor, scorchin hot Be the temperature, let's see, think I'm funny I make you laugh goodfella I smack you down in front of your fans Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga Don't fuck around that's what I mean yo Def Squad comin through again, El Nino
(Keith Murray) And why should we listen to you, anyway You's a sucker MC wit a sucker DJ I hit you with the all in the hammer Cocksucker, niggas in DC say bammer Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge Make a hardcore nigga cry when I kill all his friends And force destruction wit my coalition Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin I comes through too true Like a half pit, half man, HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO! Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital
(Erick Onasis) Yeah, check it out Where Eazy at man? (I think he over there dude) Where he at? damn (Oh aight cool) Yo, I'm the rocka man (Who?) Glock cocka man (Who?) Blocka blocka man (You!) can't stoppa man Technique I freak Make chicks strip to bare meat Leavin' nuttin' on but their shoes No rules, I'm dumbin' out in the bathroom Gettin' sucked off 'till I bust off E single to mingle Blow somethin' in they ear to make'em tingle Earrings watch'em jingle (uh!) Leave the spot jump in the car escape Bouncin', with the new biggie smalls tape Dead wrong down sunset haven't had fun yet Me not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this, lounge you in the danger zone E got the blocks on snipe the drop zone (uh!) Peep the whip, I'm sittin' on twenty inch Brobbit's And y'all sittin' on garbage (huh!) Feel me baby the way I be movin' Watch what I'm doin', got the spot brewin' Off the hook in here, you can smell it, gangsta I'll let Eazy E tell it
Chorus (Eazy-E) (4x) Feel the beat! Bein' a gangsta is so neat Yeah! gangsta beat for the street
(Eazy-E) I got beef for the street to the beach I'll be rollin' Never see me strollin' 40's I'll be holdin' Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin' Sunday nights poppin' See the 4's hoppin' My stereo's bumpin' the A-T-L funk You can call it what you want Either way the shit bumps
Chorus (4x)
(Erick Onasis) Yeah, yeah yeah feel me y'all (who?) The emcee y'all (yo!) Who I be y'all, E, thats me y'all Shining call me the black Jack Nicholson Heeeres Erick, for those thats listening Yeah, I'm right there block the glare when you stare Cover your face when I'm in the place (uh, uh) E, the boy in the east, got green eyes wit' telekenisis keep dime pieces, snatch ya feat, it's a full time jack move (RIIIIGHT!) Eazy E and E make a jack move The combo ya hear here, sound so sweet Gangsta beats for the streets
[Redman] I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop A rock on baby bubba to the boogety bang bang the boogie to the boogety beat Now what'chu hear is not a test I'm a rappin to the beat It's just me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet See I am the doctor spoc and I'd like to say hello A to the black to the white the red and the brown the purple and yellow Well, first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to Bang bang boogie let's rock you don't stop Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock Now, so far you heard my voice a but I brought 2 friends along And next on the mic is my man E come on E sing that song
[Erick Sermon] Well I'm imp the dip the ladies pimp The womens fight for my delight Cuz im the grandmaster with the 3 MCs That shocked ya house for the young ladies And when ya come inside into the front And you do the freak spank and you do the bump An When a sucka MCs tryin to prove a point They trust this trio and wit a serious joint And from sun to sun and from day to day I sit back and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that lyricals never cease I created a devastated masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist EVERYBODY! I said it goes like this See I was comin home late one dark afternoon Reporter stopped me for an interview She said she heard stories and she heard fables That I Mrs. On the mic and the turntables This young reporter I did adore Start rockin through this rhyme like I never did before She said damn fly guy I'm in love wit'chu Said that casanova led ya musta been true I said by the way baby what's your name? She said I go by the name of Lois Lane And you could be my boyfriend you truly can Just let me cut my boyfriend called Superman I said he's a fairy I do suppose Flyin through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy or even cute But he look like a sucka in a blue & red suit I said I need a man who got finesse and his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night But he can't rock a party through the early light He can't satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my Supersperm I go do it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it And I'm here and I'm there And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere So just throw your hands up in the air And party hard like you just don't care And just do it and don't stop y'all A tick a tock y'all and ya don't stop It goes ho-tel, mo-tel What'cha gonna do today(Say Wha'?) I'm gonna get a fly girl, I'm gonna get some spankin' Drive off with a def OJ Everybody go, Ho-tel, Mo-tel Hoilday Inn(Say Wha'?) I say if your girl start actin' up Then you take her friend I say Skip, Dive What can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ So I just take half and bust 'em out And leave the rest to Master Gee So he can shock the house!
[Keith Murray] Well I'm the M - A - S - the T - E - R a G with the double E I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Keith Murray Well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm goin down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be Now I'm feelin the highs and your feelin the lows The beat start gettin into your soul You start snappin your fingers and stompin your feet And moving your body to the shore shot beat And then DAMN! You start doin the freak I mean DAMN! Right outta your seat And then you throw your hands high in the air Your rockin to the beat and shake your derriere Your rockin to the beat without a care 'Cause the shore shot MCs from the affair Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize I said a on and a on an on on an on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a on and a on an on on an on Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop you don't dare stop Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got I guess by now that you can take a hunch And find that I, am the baby of the bunch But that's okay, I still keep it strive Cuz all I'm made to do is wiggle your behind An sing a on and a on an on on an on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a on and a on an on on an on Rock, rock y'all, and get on the floor I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna freak you out of this atmosphere Cuz I'm one-of-a-kind, I shocked your mind Look what they did Gee, No diggity about your behind I said a one, two, three, four Come on girls a-get on the floor Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got Cuz I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said a one, two, three, four Tell me Dr. Spoc What are you waitin' for?
[Redman] I said a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop An ya don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat Skippity we bopp we rock a scooby doo A guess what america we love you Cuz you rock & you roll with a so much soul A you could rock till you 101 years old I don't mean to brag I don't mean to post But Def Squads like butter on ya breakfast toast A rock it out a baby bubba a baby bubba to the boogety Bang bang the boogie to the beat beat It's So unique come on everybody Let's dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friend house to eat And the food was just no good? I said the macaroni's sour, the peas all mushed And the chicken tastes like wood I said you try to play it off, like you thinkin' you can By sayin' that chu're full And then your friend says, Mom, he's just bein' polite He ain't finished, uh-uh, thats bull! So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie And you say that you arleady ate And then your friend says, Man, there's plenty of food So he piles some more on your plate And while the stinky food's steamy Your mouth starts a-dreamin' of the monent it's time to leave And then you look at your plate, and your chicken's slowly rottin' And the somethin' that look like cheese Then you say, that's it, I got to leave this place I don't care what these people think I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous With this Ug-ly food that stinks So you bust out the door, while it's still close Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle uh Kaopectate And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been And he says I understand about the food, Baby Bubba But we're still friends A wit a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop You don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat
[Khari Santiago] E, niggas thinkin something sweet this year Let them niggas sleep, we'll creep, they'll keep clear Let these little rapper cats get outta control There'll be so many left and right blows and elbows They'll just fold, some call Khari a UFO Unidentified Fly Object outta the projects No gold chain, just cold brain and yo' pain The Bronx run through my vein, the four train Foot deep in yo' ass, that's the code name Wit no shame I sabotage the whole game Wow, and what you got left Bout five or six emcees in the Squad of Def Whoa, E and P fooled y'all niggas Cuz it's in your crock, flock *Business is Unfinished* Circus ass nigga, worthless ass nigga It's curtains wack nigga it's bout to go down
[HOOK:] There's some hungry niggas over here Feel Me Baby We bring the ruck every year Feel Me Baby Y'all niggas wants the hot shit Feel Me Baby Yo I'm in the house now y'all Feel Me Baby
[Onasis] Yo, I grab the mic with Kelly, Rocklands Boogie down like Chris and start a rockin The kidnapping style, take the beat for ransom Ask for a car, some cash, and a mansion Yeah, you doubt that and I reroute your rap To ease the "Real Deal Holyfield's" imposter I make it hard for everybody on your roster Step to me, glock nine'll stop ya I love the fame, rap insane When I come out the block get hot like Lil Wayne Some cats in awe, amazed by somethin they never seen before I'm Erick Sermon, uh, go half on it, yeah I'm more extravagant Brand new automobile wit darker tint Sure it's brand new you can tell by the scent Gettin worse, when the air blow from the vent Erick, he aint shit, *I'll Be Dat* Cat, chain hangin down to my kneecap Yo, I'm like a superhero in rap Who be that, Zorro, I mark a E in your back, uh
[HOOK:] I'm the man now for real Feel Me Baby Understand that you heard Feel Me Baby Def Squad 2000 Feel Me Baby Next up, it's the Philly nigga over here Feel Me Baby
[Sy Scott] Sy blaze all guests makin it heated like August in Augusta Packin like paxson in a pac ten crusher like bonecrusher Benjamins for no benjamins been jammin dependin jam in On any reggie hand is off like lamb skin For half a man I slice a whole man into a half a man again When I owe I still collect When I call it's always collect A cool lecture wreck your sector Set for to select raw, rip through they vest like raptor For the records they recall For real, for real like stop playin Stop playin like naw don't believe what he's sayin Get cut off like extra pounds on boxes at the way in Kill that like gay men relatin to straight men Untouchable like Made Men Made Men [this faggot motherfucker is mumbling] Wages the war wage in like who It comes to the shit I'm like who In the battle you're like who, like who, achoo Tell Ox not to show what not to do Lord they know not what they do, but they know what not to do The idea, ideal, niggas have no idea how I deal through rhyme skill What, aint no more to it, keep it movin
(Erick Onasis (Sermon)) Check it, when I come in the place excitement Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it E coming through in the purest form On some Striesand shit, when a star is born I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening You rob me, end up dead for now reason I approach those that wanna cramp my style When I ask they be like "Huh" like in Juvenile Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt 'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant Layin flat with the rats and cats By a cardboard box where the bums be at And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit
Chorus: Erick & Ja Rule
No matter what the deal, we get the money money No matter how we feel, we get the money money Without, or with the steal, we get the money money Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money No matter what the deal, we get the money money No matter how we feel, we get the money money Without, or with the steal, we get the money money Walk around with a fat bank roll
(Ja Rule) E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees Niggas want it with me, who I be? The one that got you ready to run The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked? Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope And leave niggas nodding out with no hope I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes Niggas don't want it with me J-the A-the R-U-L-E Nigga I get the money money
Chorus
Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom With a microphone to blow spots random Got distribution boostin from here to Houston Known for full fledge producing Cats were reluctant When I came through the spot a crunked it Laid back and funked it, yeah No matter what, I puts in work E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts Suckers lost up in NYC with ??? Fake thug emcees that never did dirt Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla We get money like minister ??? dollar Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up Past the bar and mixed the drink up Believe I got major cash (How?) Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh)
(feat. Big Him/Sy Scott/Nolan Epps/Bo & Ruck/Billy)
[Billy Billions] Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me Billy run NY team, like Vangundy Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy Get the wack shit from them, and then from me Billy on CD, then cop it bro Only got true love if it profit bro And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns Bitches be wantin me like they tax return Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too My whole crew is straight from Belvue If you wanna test I failed you Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied Bill shot tip hop like Missy died
[Bo] Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat Wit dope bomb, then post long I'm on the mics like En Vogue song With the heart of lion like Voltron We don't pop champagne, east New York, this aint a damn game No powder here neither cuz we aint tryin to run no campaign I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my clit be?????? I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby East New York, you know we lockin it down And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now
[Ruck] We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodles I'm tryin to get more paper than the Barnes & Nobles The don'll show you, meet villa I'm calm and noble But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you That's the motto, when I catch that ass tomorrow Wit a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows Half a pound in the bag of bravos Meetin connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers On the truck, DVD, TVs and two ballers And the headrestes, smokin blunts of the best cess Watching Tae Bo, bitch in the back doin leg stretches
[Nolan Epps] They bury niggas put 'em on while I'm wildin Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island Suffer county nigga, fuck a barn and a bounty nigga Never lost but you lucky that you found me nigga I take this rap shit more serious than others Born an only child no sisters and no brothers Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me Used to run the streets now the crib is where you find me Cuz in the streets it's either kill or be death row And I aint tryin to die I'm tryin to live to see mo' dough Now that's realer than "Real Deal Holyfield" A nigga hooked up with E and got mass appeal New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel Lovin life, stress free how a nigga feel
[car crashing]
[Big Kim] Watch out, like The Beatnuts I get loose like sluts, givin it up Easy on these cuts Me diggy dog I'm a hog for rap I break tracks, black, so Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross Def Squad baby girl of course Go ahead talk shit like you know All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window Pitch black, Tahoe Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child Long Isl, I'm the black tall star Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar I'm K I M, behold the black queen In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans Baby girl comin through Payin rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global
[Sy Scott] Sy get hostile, in thin square time's illogical Rap done fucked up and created a monster Tryin to do with verses, crime watches I make niggas get second opinions from 12 different doctors Watch out I pull my crotch out Technical knockout, make niggas quit like 9th grade dropouts You enlighten me when I'm angry, I'm stir crazy New nigga in rap I don't know if you heard lately Sy Scott I'm the shot like the glock With the dot, smoke on top, fresh out the box I'm, artistic, they all autistic Tip it all to me fuckin with the ultimate Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented They agonize on many minutes after admittance The meanest what I mean is I'm merciless like Ming is My mean street mangles the meaningless Seem seemingless when I'm singing I win when emceeing Skim cleaning like spring cleaning Def Squad Mr. know it all Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to don't fuck with the waterfall
[PMD] Ayo, I don't care unless the game change Don't ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain Lay dead in a train, laced with cocaine You know the M O, still writin like I'm shoppin a demo So fuck a limo, we blowin out mics with our mens yo Still crack your back, still snappin necks Still all up in Chase Manhattan with the E Dub cashin checks Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat For any niggga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat Get your shit pushed back, when I'm, heidy ho So leave me alone when I'm ridin low, slidin slow Chronicked out off the Cali 'dro Mic Doc and E Dub in your grill lettin you know I definitely hold my man down and he holds me Pumpin Ghost's CD, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be So when our crew strikes they strike proper When they start sprayin shit to fuck up Fuck callin the cops, call in the ghetto chopper I'm nice with mine, precise with mine When I cop jewels to floss, yo I cop ice with mine
(Erick Onasis) Whoo! Uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond Now introducin the sound from the ghetto E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger Crazy Lestat, check my track record Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old So what that mean? I rolled the blunt and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin B Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin Everything he touch goes platinum Eyeeaaaah!
(Too $hort) I made a half a million in a week And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort Rolled from California all the way to New York in big Benzes, G hooked it up Now we trying to squash all that East/West stuff We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry cause we all in it for the long run I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash A big fat house with a million stashed You other niggaz got this rap game distorted Givin DAT's to the label, straight gettin shorted Claim you gettin paid, but I can't tell You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles Wishin you could be in the light Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic Bitch! $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double
(Erick Onasis) Shhhhh! You remind me of my fat gold chain Some of y'all are just small change Be a boss with true true game Yeah yeah Dig this y'all, my Music is Dangerous Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort Dawg Ahhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimble I shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my window Chik chik pow! How you like me now? The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer $hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thick Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U Owww! Money is the key to fame So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train The impact, major league dough like Dave Justice Yo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust this
(Too $hort) Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga
(ERICK SERMON) I be the Don up in this motherf-----(Ha ha) I puts it down,I rock 'scapes I roll bounce to the ounce(DIE-I!) I bring dat physical front(Aha) Believe it I function the paraplegic So teach it like if he was playin backgammon A new sheriff in town and not Reggie Hammond I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose Not for shootin use it for executin Lames out there callin my name For fame,change ya plan punk refrain This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid Dumb and Dumber all this summer A newcomer,yeah I take em to check out the Avenue Me and my crew went through Wooh!Ah-ah!Word is born!Word is born!
(REDMAN) I said "Come on!"(Come on!),"Come on!"(Come on!) We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on I'm not the one to funnel,I'm lyrically inclined Seriously devine,whatever we G is crime Ha!I take it down,make it clear and in your bare lair Leaving critical as sang elsewhere You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means For such,I tote Glocks in Akarl jeans For all means necer-ssary,my blood vessels Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures I be blowin like I'm Mr.Cool,the invincible Keepin my court trials municipal The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts Pick up (Aah!),buda and Mex tags Fifty the less,mo' vex,the Soviets Another co-nnect on my Rolodex I met my smokin vex,I keep my lyrics smack-daddo Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal Next up I believe that's Keith Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony
(KEITH MURRAY) Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer,telepathical brain murderer Comin with the sh-t you never heard Ask yourself the very same question Which crew is f-----g with this Squad in this profession Your mic's in my possession,I crush you with aggression An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye Fake niggas f-----g up my eye Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job Forget any clan said "Who Squad the Mob?" Tired of beat-down,shot up and robbed Niggas askin why,it's my motherf----n job How many ways can I say "I just don't give a f---!" Runnin niggas over in every truck But my motto is "F---!Get the bottle!Pass the bottle!" Bad luck had ya stuck,uh I crash ya brain and smash ya spine Yeah another hard one to find
[ Keith Murray ] Yo hey yo I step out the shell like a black pearl But come to destroy you of all worlds I eat you inside out like stress The best I never lose a rhyme contest While troublesome black rolls flows Bleed internal external like a bloody nose Props grow like crops Desert boot Clarks wit no socks Parking space killer stay out my lot You hear my voice you see my face you know my name I take it out your ass and charge it to the game I battle with words, go to war with ideas You defeat me never in a million years The factor of the rapture Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought But then you got caught up in my final thought Nigga
Miss Thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)
[ Redman ] Yo, yo, yo, yo I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse You the tightest motha fucka let me find out When I pull mines out I could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House Give you static like your mixer got the ground out Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch Im down south wit Outkast wit pounds out Wicked enough to throw the gun in James Bond mouth You know E and Keith when we brawl I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall And overall, on yall a protocal My style is Kabal, finish him For the Benjamins Fools call me the Grinch Cause I punch you in your face Christmas on two fifth While the cops watch the Jamaican hide pot When I stomp I leave the shoe size of Sasquatch
Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight
[ Erick Sermon ] Yo, yo Its E the assassin ANTONIO BANDERAS Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas So face it, some of yall should go back to basics Before the prom, before Sissy Spacik Reevaluate whats right for you From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker I dig a hole so deep you cant return And hear about the episode on Howard Stern Im born wit heart I blast ya Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master Playing me one time thats unforgivin I got a body one count and we aint bullshittin We be thick in the mix, milk wit Quik In the business I work every circuit Im bigger, better, and deafer So however, wherever, whenever, heffer
