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featuring Jamal Erick Sermon
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[Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]
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Testin one two three! Whoa I flow rhymes wicked
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And bust some to keep me uplifted
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It flows to my braincells like from smoke
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I'm no joke I make an old man croak because I'm loc'
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I'm wild psychosomatic I got gats
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stored in my attic for any crazy bastard
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It's all in the mind when the E drops a rhyme
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My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's
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I drop flows through Customs, and get sniffed out
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like I stole somethin when I'm bustin
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I'm Don of mic with this shit
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I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig??
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Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna
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backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!
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Can't get these nuts on the real
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It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel!
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ARRRRRRRRGH! I still rock with My Adidas
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with Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin heaters
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So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop
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on the E Double, check the sounds!
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I rise my eyes burnt like cherry
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Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry
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I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye..
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.. until next try!!
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Def Squad, is in the house, yo
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Green Beret, is in the house, yo
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L.O.D., is in the house, yo
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Keith Murray, is in the house, yo
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[Keith Murray]
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And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer! The devil cut my
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sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere
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For mad niggaz it's curtains
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I'm losin my mind, in this biological universe
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In my dreams, I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse
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So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin up the devil first
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and leavin the skull decapitate his ass, catchin wreck
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Rip off his head, and shit down his fuckin neck (bitch!)
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From the little voice in my concious
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I might just leave a crazy-ass unconcious
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And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi
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A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind
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This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die
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Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!
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West coast, is in the house, yo
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East coast, is in the house, yo
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N.Y.C., is in the house, yo
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Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo
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[Jamal]
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Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?
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I'ma come down to represent the juveniles
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I kick styles that niggaz can't fuck with
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Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit
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Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all
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And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall
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Now I come down to be the illest, the realest
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Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his
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cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit
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Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip
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Any motherfucker that wanna step nigga
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I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure
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that you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G.
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Bustin from Philly, chillin up in Cali
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Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me
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So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B
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Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC who step
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and let them know where the weapon is kept
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you punk bitch, and I hit a switch
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Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch
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Trick!
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Straight Loonie
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Keith Murray |