[Erick Onasis (Sermon)]
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Check it, when I come in the place excitement
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Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it
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E coming through in the purest form
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On some Striesand shit, when a star is born
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I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening
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You rob me, end up dead for now reason
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I approach those that wanna cramp my style
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When I ask they be like "Huh" like in Juvenile
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Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
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Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold
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So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt
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'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant
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Layin flat with the rats and cats
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By a cardboard box where the bums be at
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And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit
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I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD
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Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso
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Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it
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You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit
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Chorus: Erick & Ja Rule
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No matter what the deal, we get the money money
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No matter how we feel, we get the money money
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Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
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Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money
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No matter what the deal, we get the money money
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No matter how we feel, we get the money money
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Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
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Walk around with a fat bank roll
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[Ja Rule]
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E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars
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Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
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And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees
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Niggas want it with me, who I be?
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The one that got you ready to run
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The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
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Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?
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Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat
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Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope
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And leave niggas nodding out with no hope
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I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
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Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows
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That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
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Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
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Niggas don't want it with me
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J-the A-the R-U-L-E
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Nigga I get the money money
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Chorus
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Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom
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With a microphone to blow spots random
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Got distribution boostin from here to Houston
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Known for full fledge producing
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Cats were reluctant
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When I came through the spot a crunked it
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Laid back and funked it, yeah
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No matter what, I puts in work
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E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts
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Suckers lost up in NYC with ???
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Fake thug emcees that never did dirt
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Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla
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We get money like minister ??? dollar
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Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
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Past the bar and mixed the drink up
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Believe I got major cash (How?)
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Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh)
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Chorus
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Get Da Money
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| Erick Onasis |
