Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000) by Def Squad (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

Chorus (4x)

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

(vocal box)

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

(vocal box)

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

(feat. Sy Scott/Khari Santiago)

[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)

Chorus

(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