Yeah - uh, uh Def Squad, combustion mode 610 what? Huh, yeah New York
[Verse One] (Heyyy heyyy) It's "Time 4 Sum Aksion" That Redman shit the E come with, what? The rap supreme Naseem Hamed When I hit, the jam comin straight for the head ("Watch me!") This be the song at hand, understand Even though I never rocked the stage on Summer Jam I'm in the lab makin tracks 70 grand That get heard by crazy fans like Stan (hey man) Who like my shit, cause I come through Like a new German made, car for the paid VS be the five-double-oh, S in front No future in yo' frontin yo (?) pop the trunk I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp (uh-huh) The women fight, for my delight Cause I'm the Green Eyed Bandit in the place to be That, shock the house no doubt nigga please
[Chorus: Cha Cha + Erick Sermon] Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy) Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy) Uhh - in rap niggaz call me the mack Cause I pimp the track, heyyy heyyy Y'all know we come through the club (heyyy heyyy) Steppin like ba-boom-boom-boom-burp (heyyy heyyy) Uhh - make sure my fam got my back It's just like that, heyyy heyyy
[Verse Two] I float like Muhammad, I'm the bomb shit Rappin grenades explode when the track is laid, uh Whatever the era is, the E'll outlast 'em Like VROOOM and ride right past 'em Amazin, my conversation blazed 'em I shot funk from here and in Japan it grazed 'em A big dog, I take up space I'm so cold, I rock 'til you're blue in the face (shh) I rock hard, call me a rock star Jimi or Jagger, I rock where the blocks are I come through when my time is leisure In the big black something with fifteen speakers Screwface me? You ain't hard neither Bump your head - just a thug with amnesia Uh - God bless ya My style is so fat, that's why I got high blood pressure
[Chorus x2]
[Outro] (Erick say it) Yeah put your hands up Just like "Music," feel the cut, uhh (Erick say it) Doowhutyalike Huh, rock like this all night (Erick say it) To all my homegirls Do you now - "go ahead baby" (Erick say it) To all my homeboys Get money, and keep it real, one
Uh-huh, aiyyo yo, uh-huh yeah yeah, uh uh uh There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, uh Worrdd up..
Ahhh babyyy.. Just like music..
To relax my mind, so I can be free And ab-sorb sound that keep me 'round Doin my thang, constantly with no worries Peace to Keith Murray.. ("just like music") To keep me flowin and keep me goin and keep me growin, and keep me the E from knowin What happens out there, is not my concern You wanna die it's not my turn ("just like music") To do somethin to me like jump in the Mercedes On the highway, doin over eighty Without music baby.. ("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music") Make me call my homey on the phone Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone Just that feelin, got me I wish music can adopt me ("just like music")
(Chorus: Marvin Gaye) Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music
Put me in the mood with my woman Got me in the ear, sayin sweet nothings Make love come out the mouth, no frontin Like all of a sudden, ("just like music") Takin away your worries and cares Any problems, music'll be right there Together match yo, we a perfect pair Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music") Yo, to get you to bang this Body soul-snatcher, universal language It be the light, so open up This is it, what the fuck? ("just like music") One fly tune That have black and white vibe in one room No confrontation, parlay all night It's just the sensation ("just like music")
(Chorus)
(Marvin Gaye) Music is the soul of the man Music makes a, happy day Music makes a, cloud flow by baby Your music is my tears in-side my eyes (just like music) Your music makes me want to sing Girl music, is a joy to bring (just like music) Music is my heart and soul, more precious than gold (Turn on some music, I got my music) Happiness for days, justice all the way (Turn on some music, I got my music) I love your music baby (I got my music) (Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music) Hey (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music..
[Verse One] Uhh, flamin hot, game shot Five seconds left, all net, watch Yo, this here be a funky dope maneuver Bring it to your gut with more Jab than Judah (take that, take that) And make sure the beat slam to the canvas Get a call from Vince McMahon cause I Pinned the game with a Marvin verse Two suburbs in the hearse when the rhyme disperse Uh, E Dub been real since a fetus Came out with no laces, shell toe Adidas Fame like Regis - made myself a millionaire Got three lifelines, I'm fine, I'm OutKast +Fresh+, my tracks be +Clean+ No confusion, stop the illusion, E's That man there do it, I come with explosive force Sixth time on the cover of The Source A decade, so what can y'all tell me? Go against the grain is seldom seen When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turnin I hear voices sayin, "That's Erick Sermon"
[Chorus 1: Olivia] He be the gen-i-us, E Dub He be the one that rocks the house, so crazy (so crazy baby) All my people out there show love (show love) "keep bouncing" Bounce, forrrrrrrrrr me "keep bouncing"
[Chorus 2] [O] Whatcha gon' do when you get in the jam? [E] I'm gon' have some fun [O] What do you consider fun? [E] Doin it for 'Pac, Big L, Tah and Pun
[Verse Two] Yo, it's too hot for the devil I raise the heat to the maximum level Stop drop and roll, the roof's on fire Next time think when my name's on the flier T-shirt and jeans, Air's the attire Two-way pager, NexTel wire I'm like this seven days a week Whatever, song is made best believe it's freak Cause I - get my freak on, uh, I get my freak on Erick Sermon is so ill, somethin to speak on Yo, you came in the game and blew it Got your rap deal revoked and can't renew it, uh You wish you was blessed like me A child God chose to overexpose, whoa I'm over - that's what I heard But now I'm on your station with songs preferred Uh, I'm top three, in thirty-five states And now I'm eating over thirty-five plates When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turnin I hear voices sayin, "That's Erick Sermon"
[Chorus 1] [Chorus 2 x2]
[Olivia] Uhh, Olivia Yeah, J Records .. uhh, Erick Sermon baby On the up and up, uh-ohhh!
[LL Cool J] Uhh, uhh.. yeah See I know how to get down, word up
It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic Smoke 'til your lungs collapse You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at? So ironic, L came back Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall Holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it Show me a nigga who can do like I do Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh? Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political The baddest man on the planet So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again As sure I am the descendant of former slaves I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged God, and no man's above it, gotta love it
[Chorus: LL, Erick] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)
[Erick Sermon] Uhh, E Dub on the microphone Droppin bombs - spots get blown So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room Cause they suck, and that's how I feel I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel So next time he know, how the real feel Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel (I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit (Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman My track record is out there, gone E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?) I'm known for the dome bangers Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga) J, never heard it spit this way, hey
[Chorus: LL, Scarface] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right)
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)
[Scarface] You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer You switched from the raw to a chart climber And now your shit is blowin out the stores And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but Count - (two, three, and, four) Your records ain't sellin no more And damn - you done spent your money galore Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh) Tryin to keep up with the trendy Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day And your next tape you can't give it away, but hey I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses Everything you see me I owns it I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years So let's get, that, clear You might have sold a few more tapes, but Realistically, are you that great? (nah) Can't get respect but I done paid dues Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude I've been the same nigga since I came through Do-re-mi too, damn fool!
[Cadillac Tah] Yeahh, gangsta! What the fuck nigga? Cadillac Tah, uhh E-Dub - this fuckin beat is gangsta nigga Word, uhh, c'mon, uhh Whattup Murray? Welcome home nigga Yeah, let's lay it down nigga, gangsta style Yeah, uhh, c'mon, yeah
[Erick Sermon] Yo, aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it Army bag full that blow mass transit Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it Invade earth like a UFO landed Rolex or standard, you got cheese Grant-ed You still can't hang with the Green Eyed Bandit Your chains tampered, caught red-handed They asked you to run ya jewels and you ran it Smile you on candid, fake thugs canned it Got shot and +Scream+ed, like Michael and Janet Tape SoundScanned it, b-boys slammed it Gots to play my tune cause radio demand it This here's the real, hardcore steel Boogie Down Production, KRS-One feel That there's the deal, Ron grab the steel Set b-boy stance and grab my deallz
[Chorus: Erick Sermon] Yo yo watch 'em rings (up dem thangs) Or your cheese (up dem thangs) Your credit cards (up dem thangs) Yeah right now (up dem thangs) Your car keys (up dem thangs) The accesories (up dem thangs) Cristal bottles (up dem thangs) Yeah right now (up dem thangs)
[Cadillac Tah] Yeah, playboy we bang if that chain hang With diamond clusters - POV CITY HUSTLERS! Y'all niggaz is busters, Mr. Murder A.K.A. Cadillac and rat-a-tat BLAM! Niggaz be shot for blue rocks, you not Willin to die so UP, DEM, THANGS Or the bullets'll fly TOUCH, YO, FRAME Believe me it's nuttin mayn, spittin lead from heat dogg This my bread and meat, picture me starvin Got a degree in robbin, kickin in doors and runnin In stores boy I'm heartless give you the whole cartridge You look like a smart dude, relentless So resistance ain't a smart move, BLUKA BLUKA! Let 'em have it for the karats silly rabbit get nailed When the hammer swingin Chop your hand off and sawed off your diamond ring An' my nigga Murray touch down on it, time to push it
[Chorus: Keith Murray] Oh y'all niggaz flashin dough? (up dem thangs) Oh y'all all got chains? (up dem thangs) Oh y'all got diamond rings? (up dem thangs) Yo y'all niggaz know my name (up dem thangs) Oh y'all niggaz got benji's (up dem thangs) Oh y'all niggaz playin games? (up dem thangs) Oh y'all think shit is sweet? (up dem thangs) Man we take it to the streets (up dem thangs)
[Keith Murray] Listen young boy this here ain't no game You comin around us you gon' up them thangs Rings chains and watch, and your ears give me the rocks We stickin motherfuckers for they shoes and socks You got Benji's? Up 'em - chains? Tuck 'em Nah, I don't love 'em - get 'em, yeah fuck 'em We supposed to be brothers - oh you tryin to kick some knowledge nigga? Save that garbage and come up out your pockets Before money wasn't a thang, it grew on trees Now my gat is in your mouth you yellin, "No Keith please!" I get another and another, a sister and a brother Who love 'em they momma love 'em cause I damn sure don't love 'em Run up on 'em like - yo, who got the weed? UP DEM THANGS nigga gimme dat cheese! If you don't want it to rain, and feel this pain I strongly encourage y'all to up dem thangs
(up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs) (up dem thangs)
Yo yo yo yo, yo Turn my mic up some.. turn my mic up some.. Turn my mic, check check, check, turn my mic up some Almighty, uhh..
[Verse One] Lord forgive me now This be the best way I know how, to get this out I can't sing so I have to bounce Even though, that's not what my style's about I hate this world, sometimes it gets me When family and friends are not friendly I just don't get it - so I sit home In the bassment lights low on the mic and spit it They plot, to get my scratch Not knowin the time to get where I'm at now In my face, like I owe 'em somethin Handout from me, and never did nuttin (word up) They're mad at me, like I changed It's hard on me Lord, it's wreckin my brain Is it me? I know it can't be So I ask you, please help me, now
[Chorus: R. Kelly] [sampled] Sometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust See I work so hard, just to get ahead If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
[Verse Two] Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny Meanwhile cats wanna count my money Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin Feels so strange, how I maintain To last in the game, throughout my fame I'm focused man, the E stay the same Hate when folks call me out my name Damn Lord, heal my body Cause I'm mad enough to kill somebody Even hard to trust my lady Did she lock me down to have my baby? I know she love me - damn it's nuttin The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin Uhh, I wanna move away like (?) Y'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly
[Chorus]
[Verse Three] Huh, yo, huh The game changed, damn I should quit Can't get respect, without havin a hit Someone somewhere talkin shit Got fake cats in my clique But I deal with the cards that's dealt Try to make music that's heartfelt Still doin eighty on the Belt' In the Escalade, with Dolce shades I've been paid, now what's left? I guess, should I stress life or death (huh?) Sometimes I wanna end it all Live at peace, with 'Pac and Smalls Can't do that, got fam at the crib My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids (uh-huh) .. open my eyes So I ask you, please help me, now
Uh-huh, aiyyo yo, uh-huh yeah yeah, uh uh uh There's no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, uh Worrdd up..
Ahhh babyyy.. Just like music..
To relax my mind, so I can be free And ab-sorb sound that keep me 'round Doin my thang, constantly with no worries Peace to Keith Murray.. ("just like music") To keep me flowin and keep me goin and keep me growin, and keep me the E from knowin What happens out there, is not my concern You wanna die it's not my turn ("just like music") To do somethin to me like jump in the Mercedes On the highway, doin over eighty Without music baby.. ("Oww! I'll go crazy.. just like music") Make me call my homey on the phone Like there's somethin new out, that got me in the zone Just that feelin, got me I wish music can adopt me ("just like music")
(Chorus: Marvin Gaye) Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music
Put me in the mood with my woman Got me in the ear, sayin sweet nothings Make love come out the mouth, no frontin Like all of a sudden, ("just like music") Takin away your worries and cares Any problems, music'll be right there Together match yo, we a perfect pair Is that true Marvin? ("Yeahhhhh! Music") Yo, to get you to bang this Body soul-snatcher, universal language It be the light, so open up This is it, what the fuck? ("just like music") One fly tune That have black and white vibe in one room No confrontation, parlay all night It's just the sensation ("just like music")
(Chorus)
(Marvin Gaye) Music is the soul of the man Music makes a, happy day Music makes a, cloud flow by baby Your music is my tears in-side my eyes (just like music) Your music makes me want to sing Girl music, is a joy to bring (just like music) Music is my heart and soul, more precious than gold (Turn on some music, I got my music) Happiness for days, justice all the way (Turn on some music, I got my music) I love your music baby (I got my music) (Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music) Hey (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music (la-da-da-da-daaaa-dah-dah-dahh) doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Turn on some music (la-da-da-da-daaaa) turn on some music Just like music..