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from Nutty Professor (너티 프로페서) by David Newman [ost] (1996)
INTRO/HOOK
A breaker 1,a breaker 2 REPEAT x 7 (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 HOOK |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
If i gotta go out, i'm goin out "full metal jacket" style Reverse suicide to do or die I'm broke, i lost my deal, my car, my brawl And me and my landlord, we at war for the rent Yo e and keith, it's time to rob and steal See that first national bank? i'm showin my grill Fuck a mask and a glove, i'm worldwide for drugs Turn the tv on, that's me on america's Most wanted, for most blunted That tricky shit you did, i done it We rock gear for deer huntin When we do jobs, me and my dogs ready to get it Snatch you out the five series like i'm winnin the pennant Even at 112 degrees, sky's the limit Sodomized the style till you idolized the finish Sucker emcees get stuck too, fuck you And if you blink, im 'a show you shit i be up to Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker) And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker) And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker) Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo, (we stick a motherfucker) I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo, yo I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha ha, yo I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo <e dub> Who want the source, the e got 65 mics So i guess, i got shit that motherfuckers like Some rappers, they choose to be disobedient Dummies, advance your skills from intermediate I'm suave with it, my rhyme i play with it I cut the style up, and dj with it Can you help me? ask bill bellamy what's the jam of the week When he speak, it be something i freak Who gives a fuck, i show and prove, i got juice Drop my drawers and let mt balls hang loose The green eyed bandit, shuts it down quickly Taking care of business, since strictly Cats talk behind my back, i get heated And bust a shot from my clk two seated The squad do work quick fast in a hurry Me, eric serm, funk doctor spot and keith murray Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker) And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker) And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker) Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker) I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo <keith murray> Now if your bitch is paging me you best check your bitch And if your bitch is in my whip you best check your bitch And if your bitch is on my dick, nigga check your bitch And if my clique fucks your bitch, nigga check your bitch Ay yo, i'm sly as a fox, smooth as hennessy over the rocks Knock you out your boots, lodge you out your socks I see you checkin me out, you felt it When i stepped in rockin gators and electic blue velvet I see you checkin me out through the corner of your eye You deny, but yo, you ain't got to lie! You check me out till your eyes get sore But that's alright playboy, cause that's what i'm here for Check how i get biz Me and the microphone is like the junkyard dog in the somethin somethin Violated, reinstated, genuinely illated You're belated, you'll be checkin me out till the day i'm creamated I keep you heavily sedated Illified, illustrated The original juice, not from concentrated From up north to midwest to west coast to down south No doubt, keep checkin us out Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker) And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker) And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker) Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker) I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha I know you niggas checkin me out, yo, yo yo |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
For she's perhaps quite clever On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber Scary wise I'm way past terror I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella Rock 'em out the club Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne From the bar compliments of E Dub I be the one to cause the confusion Twist your mind to pieces Make ya think I'm losin' Yeah niggaz try to provoke me But I'm a tower god So, there ain't no hope Bitches like dope E So, I resume, If they step I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah Control the states and make a Def America My styles legit, peep the steez a bit It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol Word to the Preacher's Wife I got the power to annoy ya And keep them shiesty folks on point I'm the butler, servin' MC's Because I love to N-O, quote, You're a Customer [Redman] I put you in your right mind and frame I de-rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin' Whether it be weed, dope or coke My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round Jump out a tree, land on your neck From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck You be like damn, that's what I ride for If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July fourth Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shit If you came to brawl, we love to get involved My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl [Chorus x2: PMD] MC's it's the final countdown You look tired can you go the round If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit If not, I'll turn around and say forget it [Keith Murray] Yeah, nobody rock harder than this Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist And, I doubt it You could kiss my ass and make a love song about it Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it Yeah, wantin' to battle with me, as hard as it gets Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train Turn off the TV, lyrical vet Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet You talk shit, you deserve what you get I'm heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knob Not a hip-hop cop and not down with the Mobb Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities Simultaneously, with communication capabilities From high-class to mid-class to low and greedy I will instantaneously bust an MC The non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter And make you exercise your shit up, nigga [Jamal] These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow Def Squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor .45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz Same niggaz takin' this squad shit for a joke Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place House, that was some hardcore rap Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats 'Bout to black out on all you wack cats [Chorus x2: PMD] MC's it's the final countdown You look tired can you go the round If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit If not, I'll turn around and say forget it |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[interlude] Yeah yo Def Squad Full Cooperation on this one yo total concentration Wassup wit these cats out there? I don't think they figured son I don't think they hear you son ha ha [Keith Murray] Now first but not least you will respect Keith lay a nigga down Like a doo rag in some grease you must be crazy tryin to play me I been dedicated since King Tut the third baby Lyrical chemist rhyme minister, diminished you for the benefit Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it, I see y'all been writin Still bitin, still lookin lame, half y'all niggaz still soundin the same I'm excitin when live on stage, when receiting in lighting, frightening lightning Throwin thunder in chain, when i first came, I gave birth to a million MC's In the game, who should all carry my last name And I'm Gonna Get You Sucka like Damon Wayans, and fame like Jermaine Bring pain and novacaine, okay y'all lil monkeys wanna play? My Squadron brings the art of war the correct way (OKAY!) Chorus 2x Chorus I need your full cooperation and total attention There's a few things I'd like to mention, these rappers out here swear they're So appealing I, step to your business and hurt your feelings [Erick Sermon] Okay, well thinkin it's okay to rhyme that way, you'll be P.O.W., M.I.A. And I'm seven steps ahead of you, five from eternity An all that shit you kick just don't concern me, I separate the dead from The chump, ask a nigga blunt, "Yo, how many lumps you want?" So flavorous you could taste it, so hardcore I wrote this layin on the floor In the basement, my style ain't no walk in the park, got mainstream MC's Scared to rhyme after dark, an there Ain't No Half-Steppin I'm reppin like a nuclear weapon, manifestin the Immaculate Conception Lyrically I rape an MC like sodomy, add tragedy, to your odessy For battle reservations call 1-900-SQUAD, frontin on us Is like frontin on God Chorus [Redman] Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square My squad hangs out like fourhundred pounds in braziers My deathrow allines, bein signed then aligned to electric So it clear like a chair in Texas, HOT, approach wit extreme caution No horsin around when my squad abortion a sound Our crew's like Smokey off sokey, even Little Bo Peep, your style is weak Guard your Rollie, wit all the ice in it, I snatch the ice out and put a price out Cop a Benz, put my mom in it, as long as I'm alive I'mma keep the vibe 24-7, 365 Chorus 2x |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[ Keith Murray ] Ride wit me yeah yeah Ride wit me (Def Squad) Roll down your windows and ride wit me (uptown) [ Def Squad and Too Short ] Ride wit us Bitch ride wit us Ride wit us Roll up your windows and ride wit us [ Too Short ] Lets smoke this Oakland indoe Dont roll down the window Start the car We aint going too far You know that big bootied girl you always fuckin wit She got a sister I really wanna get Some Georgia girls from college park You already fucked when we get that started off Park in the driveway, it wont take long Do it like that it goes on and on You know this the kind of shit I know you want E made the beat let me show you somethin Quite a few haters want to see us played out But we got the formula to get payed now You cant stand in the way of success We got the same job but you make much less I remember how it used to be, before we had crack If you had a few hundred in your pocket that was fat. [ Chorus- Def Squad ] If you feel like smokin then Ride wit us Hop the train with no token then Ride wit us And if you dont give a fuck then Ride wit us Roll down your windows and ride wit us And if you got five on it then Ride wit us And if you aint fake niggas then Ride wit us And if your crew pull triggas then Ride wit us Roll up your windows and ride witus [ Kieth Murray ] Aiyyo, I lick two shots thats heard all around the world Check how a forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl Like E.F. hunting, dont say nothin, Im haunting On the micaphone its the eve of destruction As the world goes around like Passion You get flattened in an orderly fashion You was warned like a coming attraction I got playa hated, felt liberated Put him on the burner cause the nigga violated We scamper like guard dogs through the fog If you feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog The sergeant general get busy chief The fastest way to spell rhyme relief is Keith I leave you assed out like a cocaine drought Hey yo can I get a witness like Andre Krouch Niggas need to stop frontin Bitches need to stop stuntin Cause they know fuck well they cant stop my production [ Chorus ] [ Redman ] I got the forty acres without the fuckin mule Doc Ike Turner givin mics audio abuse I smack a big mouth bitch, and her babysitter And her lesbian friend, and that nigga wit her I dont give a fuck, I smack blood out a midget My tactics make evil D say come on kick it A black five wit rims, what you can spot me in Wanna die I snatch you like Doc Kevokian So turn the beat up While NARCs got me on sweep up Im lucky I usually tote more Gunz than Peter I fuck you up to where your forehead will cut meat up You wanna box, I square more than Matt Asenerina Backstabbing bitches and niggas eat a dick Cause you never heard the Doc do (nothin like this) {sung} Backstabbing bitches and niggas eat a dick Cause you never heard the Doc do (nothin like this) {sung} [ Chorus ] |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[ Biz Markie ] Funky funky OWWWWW! One two doing em all wont do Got my man Erick Sermon in the house Cant forget my man Keith Murray in the house Got Redman in the house Def Squad is in the house And huh huh I an huh huh huh ha The Biz Markie Doo dee doo Guaranteed to rhyme for you and you I say yes yes yall To the beat yall Party having people guaranteed to be like having a ball Hey hey hey We gonna do a little something like this I say [ Keith Murray ] Yo, its the permanent chilla Occasional illa, micaphone guerilla Savage nigga chilla Props stealer, skill dealer Stadium thriller without the manilla Until this day I still uh Drink Old English cannot stand Miller Lyrically Im iller than a fuckin sex killer Nigga you got a story to tell, tell it, yell it I rose wit the funkadelic We dont believe shit stinks til we smell it Let you tell it You be putt loopbing work in but be purbin Defeatin hip-hops real purpose But real hip-hop will surface At your service Yeah you gots the right to be nervous And if it aint them niggas its the motha fuckin cops Plus some sucker duck MCs after my props Cause I moved it up a few notches But get your hand out my pocket Before I blast off in your face like a rocket [ Biz Markie ] It dont,stop keep on Til the break of dawn I edman My man, my mellow Get on the mic cause I know you eat jello [ Redman ] Well its the Doc in the flesh Of course Im fresh If you thought that I was starvin Yo, Im still starvin When I take a tab and drink liquor all together E.T.A. for me to blackout whenever When I transform a twelve blood cells And my tape bangs and quakes the Fort Lauderdale I keep a so low pro tanks be full Why you fools looking for Doc like Sammy the bull? I be on two oh , wit the Dro Fuck who you know Where two coats When I be in range like Kukoc (jumpshot) You know, I walk with a sumo Attitude, acrobatical, mathematical, bizarre Then dialog my jaw To react when the spawn to Outgraw Mcgraw You need a second time around like Chalamarle To touch Doc forget it Thats like my uncle getting approved for credit I do it to death When I start hooking right you be hanging a left Check out the only crew That makes the power moves Whosever next on the mic, where shower shoes Five more seconds on the clock Your whole box been jumped on by the Doc hopscotch [ Biz Markie ] As we continue on To the break of dawn Rock on Keith Murray rock rock on Redman rock rock on Cant forget E Double rock rock on Def Squad rock rock on You dont stop Def Jam rock rock on Da da da da def jam Jahahahaham def jam rock on Spell it baby Its the D iza E the F the J the A the M Def Jam Biz Mark rock the house Biz Mark rock the house As we continue on, Keith Murray Bring the beat in E stop playin RAAAAAAAH!!! |
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We be's hard to the core sleepin' on the floor Step on stage the fly girls adore With the wicked rhymes that you never heard before The lyrical lexicon matador's metaphor... (Redman) I be like yes yes y'allin to the life beatin The Funk Diggy Doc be comin' through non sweetened The 7 G Steven I give you 10 minutes of that high powered shit Til your heart stops beatin... (Erick Sermon) ??? 's the new member, flows tight, lethal, Scarin' those like I made the Scream 2 sequel Still the Grandmaster with the two MC's Def Squad, Keith Murray, and the R-E-D... (Keith Murray) And it don't make sense going against - I got too many styles, E got too much experience, Now you can swim or sink or jerk to think Or you could freshen up or let your dirty-ass stink, I don't give a fuck... (Redman) Wagga, wagga, wagga... Now why you tryin' to get funky like my name Big Bub, I'm from the Def Squad nigga, so show me some love, When I spit, I grab the dick, I'm like Puff I can't stop until I'm in helicopter cockpits... (Erick Sermon) Ain't that right, E-Dub the top civilian, humble, with about sixteen million, stay hard rock like if I was Charles Dutton, if you got balls to test, then yo, Push the button... (Keith Murray) Yo, push comes to shove, we rise above, and stay dedicated to rap like Ghetto Love, People gettin' mad from the money we makin', but they've been playahatin' since days of rollerskatin'... (Redman) Yo what's yo name digga, comin' through non-stop, I be that nigga fuckin' your girlfriend on your block And when I bust that 360 degrees, I'm not Busta But put your hands where I can see... (Erick Sermon) Can't be faded, me and my Squad is R-rated, Hear my boys rockin' to somethin', you can bet I made it, If not, confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me, Red - show'em who you be... (Redman) Oh, it's my turn to burn, to wax again, It be's that nigga robbin' your crib with the Mack-10 With my nigga E-Dub, causin' troub', murder ya like O.J. with the fuckin' same glove... (Keith Murray) And it-ain't-no half-steppin', shit, we gets to rappin' like a nuclear weapon, And y'all don't blow up, and we always do, Take our advice, and y'all could blow up too |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
(E Dub) It's Erick Sermon no need for those to guess yall I confess ya'll when I spit the yiggy yes yall I gotcha when that groove hit no stoppin ya Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia I'm real react when it's time to peel Step if you want it come get it come wid it what the deal? Yo dog I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln With black frame grey interior with the wood grain And two stash boxes for the funds and guns I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures (Funk Doc) When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face My name will still be in debates about who was great I make you tie your lace two times when I create Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker State We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal's face You offers, I walk through your church without no parlay Or permits, fuck your white picket fence I'm from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch I'm strictly convinced, yall puss Flippin crack, save that I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style Order it now, no refunds I'm like a clib with jums I move crack fiends with different vowels Even technicians can't repair the mic I spit on I'm too underground to dance with that shiny shit on , naah, call National Guards and trucks And their weapons better be big as fuck! Ay yo, the three of us together is incredible Like a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the mental Not that happy dappy shit that you're use to I got the skunky funky illest funk flow For the glamorous, scandalous world of radio And pimpin ain't dead, ya'll niggas just scared To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there Oh yeah, I heard your new shit is GARBAGE Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm killin it Real legitamate, bitches gettin intimate In nineteen hundred and ninety eight We gonna set a whole lotta different shit straight You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherfuckers! |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[Intro] Def Squad Hah! Yo this ain't nuthin' but rock shit I don't think ya'll niggaz can't keep up with this! FUCK ALL YOU MUTHAFUCKAZ! FUCK YOU! Hah! I don't think they can get with it! There's too much shit goin' on! Yo yo yo yo yo [Verse] Redman I was chillin' up ??? Dog Deluxe Rockin' diamond and G with the rooftop cut I'ma grown man don't got no time for games 'n stuff I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't forget it I makes ya make ya scream: "BOW!" Like my name's Willie, I get sick with it Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up Before yo' stink bitch bit it, I betta clippin' crap That ya'll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when I was four Explore whores, when rock came to the door You never seen before, life to your hood My steady shows leave niggaz faxs like Rosewood When I drop the filth weather, bigga built Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill [Chorus] You drinkin', I'm drinkin' You smokin', I'm smokin' You freakin', I'm freakin' You fuckin', we fuckin' You fucked up, we fucked up We make it, we take it You hate me, I hate you You talk shit, I talk shit [Verse] Erick Sermon In a flash I be the E, cat 'n mouse and cash Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my style! Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin' on parrellies, chrome The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets ????????1-5-fifth and get...BUDDAH That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch There was a time if I ain't doin' that, I ain't doin' shit I might go to the studio and make a hit I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz please We hit Toys 'r Rus and then Micky D's And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to 'em And take 'em back around away, and that's REAL! [Chorus] [Verse] Keith Murray Well it's the sly Gemini, me and potatoe cuttin' drops Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin' by And I verify mathematics don't lie nigga Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie It be the niggaz that don't immediate pertain to the situation That be tryin' to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin' And always worried if I'ma diss you, you insecure bitch To the government, stay out my shit! Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains To the cellblock to the stage, now it's time to rock I return like I never left, D-E-F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath We got these hoes spread it out like mustard I ask flava and chop, they said: "Yo, don't trust it" No, no no noo |
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Turn my mic up son Turn my mic up son Y'all niggas ain't ready Yo yo, e, how's the kite Rippin' the mic, hardcore, keepin' it tight Sho nuff, roll thick, come, my squad be tough And i take no shit cuz i had enough Who makes the dough, don't act like y'all don't know Got things y'all cats never seen before Ask your hoe, the e go cash to blow Get it, spend it, with it, fast or slow Where my dogs at *growls*, hold it down At the 5-5-9 of the underground (what, what) Hate me i don't care Cuz i been figured out that life ain't fair So i'm doin' it on my own If i need some help, i'll call tyrone (say word, word) Def squad, makin' ends Next year comes 'round, gon' do it again Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x) Turn my mic up some (4x) Yo, when the sun goes down here comes the moon Doc let the wolf out, tear the roof out Def squad general bring your whole account I got it in the couch, we can brawl I clock the squeal, make your block feel Like hot mills on your chest when the cock still You know, wavin' the fo' with big Do you know when you fall like bowling pins, huh Yo, let my dog loose *growls* You can't unloose if i came full proof Worldwide tear, ??? Dope shit, i'm surprised how i do that there D-o m-o, it's to put the slug nose to your ceo, then blow If it gets thick, i doubt it Long as def squad be about it, clubs stay crowded Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x) Turn my mic up some (4x) Yo, how come anonymously, i ka-pow Rock the rough crowd, me, reggie, biggie e and the ??? Smokin' in the streets covered by black clouds Hard to the core, with the pow and the wow Take it to the streets like a thug sippin' sud Show 'em some love before they rip up the club Catalistic, disaster, catastrophic Superistic, super-charged, mcs at large Definition of tradition, before description Make a nigga go broke, can't pay attention, listen We built this empire on rap alone When the battle and the war, never get the throne Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x) You're listening to the sounds of wdef radio, def squad radio Where nasty nudge, the big mouth Still in charge and still fuckin' your man while you bitches ain't around Y'all niggas ain't ready |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[ Keith Murray ] Its the return of the lyrical lunatic Still kickin rough shit What you say? Ill slap your stank ass bitch I shake and build my craft like an architect Teflon style rhymes be Gortex With the highness of the ruler on my cock All this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stop It be Keith not Bill Murray not Sweat Your polotics be politically incorrect We keep it hot like sauce Flows be definite like well of course Def Squad go off a rough course You weak wack niggas cant do me none Five hundred radian height I run wit the sun Apparently you need to check my pedigree And do the knowledge to the s c i e n c e Fake ones fear it Real ones cheer it Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit Wit logic and breaches I justify my means See you on the scene Fuck you up like Tyson did the big screen And fagll rock yeah bees like that If you kill my dog Im a slay your cat [ chorus: Def Squad ] Say word ( 7x ) [ Redman ] Face off wit Castor Troy Strap your boys Hook yall to answer cant bang half the noise Ask Dunkin Hines got my shits twice as moist Plus status Do it to a T B A for rackets Pull out the Vicks 44 cough suppressant Then talk about me on HBO cab confessions Got a bitch gobanas Hangin out the Honda She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up I smoke wit the Luniz out in the bay Before you get smoked I ask who you wit wit Jay Its bizarre hyphen are Make mics dissolve My penmanship run concurrent wit lightnin rods I clap you in the spine when I grab on mine You so soft I should call you 101.9 When I pull out the denim And break the call minum You stupid I act stupid right along wit ya [ chorus ] [ Erick Sermon ] I step out the truck like you want somethin Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin Fly guy, the type to flash the figure Same type who would cold backstab his nigga I know you, you a hater You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator Your envy is strong Outlook is wrong Dont compete wit the vet my track recs too long Mercedes wack but theyre pumpin the song Recitin it word for word when my tune comes on Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds Your carrying and walkin When you shouldnt be talkin Bitch him, call Cube and the Mob to lench him Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension Theres a few things Ive got to mention Def Squad be the name and boys the definition Thats my word [chorus] |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[ 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 Miss Thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x ) |
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from Def Squad - El Nino (1999)
[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 |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
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 |
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(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) |
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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 |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(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 |
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(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 |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(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 |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(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 |
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