(feat. Aaron Hall)
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[Keith Murray] Yeeeah yeah
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[Erick Sermon] Yeah yeah, word up, uh
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[Murray] Erick Sermon and Keith Murray
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[Sermon] Representing that..
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[Murray] Kickin' it to the beat
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[Sermon] New York, word up
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[Murray] E! E! E!
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[Erick Sermon, Verse 1]
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Respect my views on this day and era
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Keep your eyes upon me, and not the sparrow of berettas
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I'm fly, than any bird of this earth
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For what it be, my style is butter like Worth
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I freak the beat like I'm lost in the twilight
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a zone with no phone, looking over parasites
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I pack the house like Woodstock when I rock
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A three day event of me dropping the illest shit
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From here to New Jerz, back to Brooklyn and Queens
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The Uptown to Bronx River, I still deliver
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The off the wall for y'all
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Rearranged cameo-type strange pumping through your veins
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What your mommy do, if you're not ready to die like Biggie
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I'ma keep jamming like Ziggy
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I got the arrows wiped down like Funkmaster Flex
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Sway and Tech, and Premier, and we in here
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[hook]
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It's on like that! And everybody's welcome!
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You are welcome
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[x4]
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[Verse 2]
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Now, it's on like that once again, it's getting hot
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Now it's time to blow up the spot
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For my niggaz out there on the block getting money
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Playas whose hustling, doing their thing
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But me, I've lounged without the stone
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Do it for my peeps, take it to the streets
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All day, everyday, I sets the mood
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Pile a bell of "Aye", with new attitudes
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I change not for the words, but for the better
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And be a trend-setter, and bring the best ever
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Yeah, teach me for the president
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So I can bring the vibes through your residence Double!
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The ghetto blast, the green eyed rapper slash producer
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And O.J. with the juice, uh!
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Y'all know me, it's the E-R-I-C-K
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So enjoy the day, and peace to Marvin Gaye
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[hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Let's groove back and forth like Aaliyah
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If you don't got the vibe, then I wouldn't want to be ya
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I threw it like a rap attack from New York to Hackensack
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Kiss myself and jump back, surprise like a Crackerjack
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The eye can bring the smiles without Chanice
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And make enemies call truce, or even peace
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[?]Funk Lord[?] fights back
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again without the Force or blue sky Chewbacca, R2D2 and the crew
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The miracle worker, God praise him, praise him!
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All of them ready for the funk, you feel like you want like (blaaah!)
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Whatever you requested, and you suggested
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that I bring the pain like Method
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It's nothing nice, cause I'm down for whatever
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Me and my beretta, me and my beretta
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Goddammit, don't leave your dog stranded
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Who? Yeah, the Green Eyed Bandit
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[hook repeats until the end]
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Welcome
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