[Erick Onasis]
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Whoo! Uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
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And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
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Now introducin the sound from the ghetto
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E Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?
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I come with the ruckus, It's My Thing when I swing
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I'm Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gat
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Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched
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Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK
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I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
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Five hundred S drivin with hand on trigger
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Crazy Lestat, check my track record
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Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old
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So what that mean? I rolled the blunt
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and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute
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Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin B
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Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
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Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that?
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I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
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Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit
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Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
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You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not
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You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch
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Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her
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Psych, I already stuck her
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Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
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Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
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I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
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Everything he touch goes platinum
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Eyeeaaaah!
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[Too $hort]
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I made a half a million in a week
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And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
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You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
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Rolled from California all the way to New York
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in big Benzes, G hooked it up
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Now we trying to squash all that East/West stuff
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We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
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Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
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It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray
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Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
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cause we all in it for the long run
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I won't leave the studio until a song's done
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And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
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A big fat house with a million stashed
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You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
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Givin DAT's to the label, straight gettin shorted
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Claim you gettin paid, but I can't tell
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You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
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You talk a good game but I don't believe in you
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You smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo' weed than you
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I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
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Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles
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Wishin you could be in the light
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Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic
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Bitch! $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double
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[Erick Onasis]
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Shhhhh! You remind me of my fat gold chain
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Some of y'all are just small change
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Be a boss with true true game
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Yeah yeah
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Dig this y'all, my Music is Dangerous
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Atomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort Dawg
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Ahhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimble
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I shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my window
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Chik chik pow! How you like me now?
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The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
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$hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thick
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Like girls in C.A.U. with the good power-U
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Owww! Money is the key to fame
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So I can live it up with the girls on Soul Train
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The impact, major league dough like Dave Justice
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Yo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust this
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[Too $hort]
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Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga
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Fat Gold Chain
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| Erick Onasis |
