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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(feat. Sy Scott/Khari Santiago)
[Khari Santiago] E, niggas thinkin something sweet this year Let them niggas sleep, we'll creep, they'll keep clear Let these little rapper cats get outta control There'll be so many left and right blows and elbows They'll just fold, some call Khari a UFO Unidentified Fly Object outta the projects No gold chain, just cold brain and yo' pain The Bronx run through my vein, the four train Foot deep in yo' ass, that's the code name Wit no shame I sabotage the whole game Wow, and what you got left Bout five or six emcees in the Squad of Def Whoa, E and P fooled y'all niggas Cuz it's in your crock, flock *Business is Unfinished* Circus ass nigga, worthless ass nigga It's curtains wack nigga it's bout to go down [HOOK:] There's some hungry niggas over here Feel Me Baby We bring the ruck every year Feel Me Baby Y'all niggas wants the hot shit Feel Me Baby Yo I'm in the house now y'all Feel Me Baby [Onasis] Yo, I grab the mic with Kelly, Rocklands Boogie down like Chris and start a rockin The kidnapping style, take the beat for ransom Ask for a car, some cash, and a mansion Yeah, you doubt that and I reroute your rap To ease the "Real Deal Holyfield's" imposter I make it hard for everybody on your roster Step to me, glock nine'll stop ya I love the fame, rap insane When I come out the block get hot like Lil Wayne Some cats in awe, amazed by somethin they never seen before I'm Erick Sermon, uh, go half on it, yeah I'm more extravagant Brand new automobile wit darker tint Sure it's brand new you can tell by the scent Gettin worse, when the air blow from the vent Erick, he aint shit, *I'll Be Dat* Cat, chain hangin down to my kneecap Yo, I'm like a superhero in rap Who be that, Zorro, I mark a E in your back, uh [HOOK:] I'm the man now for real Feel Me Baby Understand that you heard Feel Me Baby Def Squad 2000 Feel Me Baby Next up, it's the Philly nigga over here Feel Me Baby [Sy Scott] Sy blaze all guests makin it heated like August in Augusta Packin like paxson in a pac ten crusher like bonecrusher Benjamins for no benjamins been jammin dependin jam in On any reggie hand is off like lamb skin For half a man I slice a whole man into a half a man again When I owe I still collect When I call it's always collect A cool lecture wreck your sector Set for to select raw, rip through they vest like raptor For the records they recall For real, for real like stop playin Stop playin like naw don't believe what he's sayin Get cut off like extra pounds on boxes at the way in Kill that like gay men relatin to straight men Untouchable like Made Men Made Men [this faggot motherfucker is mumbling] Wages the war wage in like who It comes to the shit I'm like who In the battle you're like who, like who, achoo Tell Ox not to show what not to do Lord they know not what they do, but they know what not to do The idea, ideal, niggas have no idea how I deal through rhyme skill What, aint no more to it, keep it movin |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(feat. Big Him/Sy Scott/Nolan Epps/Bo & Ruck/Billy)
[Billy Billions] Yo, you really got all them guns but can't hunt me Billy run NY team, like Vangundy Spit wit a hand in my pants, like Al Bundy Get the wack shit from them, and then from me Billy on CD, then cop it bro Only got true love if it profit bro And I live life hard, you can't knock it bro If I know I'm gon eat, what I'm stoppin for Watch it bro, let me do, the best be who Billy get the most votes like Pepsi do Gutter, enertain crowds like Chris Tucker Talk shit, be a fist up ya, gon get knocked out I'm nervous like drunk taxi turns Bitches be wantin me like they tax return Gotta chill I got tracks to burn, and L's too My whole crew is straight from Belvue If you wanna test I failed you Leave you stiff like a statue, cement you, then sell you Bill spit with pride, you spit sissyfied Bill shot tip hop like Missy died [Bo] Blow my thing reckless, F E 1's will never catch me My sixteen will make you see different like epilepsy Fuck a contract, we bomb tracks, so contact This strong facts, avengin this lyrical combat Wit dope bomb, then post long I'm on the mics like En Vogue song With the heart of lion like Voltron We don't pop champagne, east New York, this aint a damn game No powder here neither cuz we aint tryin to run no campaign I spit sickly, why my scrotum is where my clit be?????? I rip flows and generate cream like Bill Bigsby East New York, you know we lockin it down And all that platinum stuff you talkin bout we droppin it now [Ruck] We like songs to vocals, weedheads to bongs and nodles I'm tryin to get more paper than the Barnes & Nobles The don'll show you, meet villa I'm calm and noble But soon as you break the love, gotta bomb and roast you That's the motto, when I catch that ass tomorrow Wit a luger from Germany, and a bag of hollows Half a pound in the bag of bravos Meetin connects, only thing them hoes getting is hash and cosmos The screwdrivers, crash bar with blue foggers On the truck, DVD, TVs and two ballers And the headrestes, smokin blunts of the best cess Watching Tae Bo, bitch in the back doin leg stretches [Nolan Epps] They bury niggas put 'em on while I'm wildin Born in Georgia, make my way to Long Island Suffer county nigga, fuck a barn and a bounty nigga Never lost but you lucky that you found me nigga I take this rap shit more serious than others Born an only child no sisters and no brothers Uh, but attack it like I got an army behind me Used to run the streets now the crib is where you find me Cuz in the streets it's either kill or be death row And I aint tryin to die I'm tryin to live to see mo' dough Now that's realer than "Real Deal Holyfield" A nigga hooked up with E and got mass appeal New crib, big Benz with the chromey wheel Lovin life, stress free how a nigga feel [car crashing] [Big Kim] Watch out, like The Beatnuts I get loose like sluts, givin it up Easy on these cuts Me diggy dog I'm a hog for rap I break tracks, black, so Make way for the boss, the rap Diana Ross Def Squad baby girl of course Go ahead talk shit like you know All you see is the doobie wrapped through the cracked window Pitch black, Tahoe Ghetto style, microphone fiend since child Long Isl, I'm the black tall star Rippin tracks bar for bar, who wanna spar I'm K I M, behold the black queen In a pair of Gucci boots, frames and matching jeans Baby girl comin through Payin rise on Funky Noble, soon to be global [Sy Scott] Sy get hostile, in thin square time's illogical Rap done fucked up and created a monster Tryin to do with verses, crime watches I make niggas get second opinions from 12 different doctors Watch out I pull my crotch out Technical knockout, make niggas quit like 9th grade dropouts You enlighten me when I'm angry, I'm stir crazy New nigga in rap I don't know if you heard lately Sy Scott I'm the shot like the glock With the dot, smoke on top, fresh out the box I'm, artistic, they all autistic Tip it all to me fuckin with the ultimate Authentic, arsenic, arguments is augmented They agonize on many minutes after admittance The meanest what I mean is I'm merciless like Ming is My mean street mangles the meaningless Seem seemingless when I'm singing I win when emceeing Skim cleaning like spring cleaning Def Squad Mr. know it all Stick to the rivers and lakes you used to don't fuck with the waterfall [PMD] Ayo, I don't care unless the game change Don't ever try to erase my name, and I find a rapper slain Lay dead in a train, laced with cocaine You know the M O, still writin like I'm shoppin a demo So fuck a limo, we blowin out mics with our mens yo Still crack your back, still snappin necks Still all up in Chase Manhattan with the E Dub cashin checks Hoodie on and black, with the gat, that go splat For any niggga that wanna jump up and act like he that cat Get your shit pushed back, when I'm, heidy ho So leave me alone when I'm ridin low, slidin slow Chronicked out off the Cali 'dro Mic Doc and E Dub in your grill lettin you know I definitely hold my man down and he holds me Pumpin Ghost's CD, The Lox, Jadakiss is where it should be So when our crew strikes they strike proper When they start sprayin shit to fuck up Fuck callin the cops, call in the ghetto chopper I'm nice with mine, precise with mine When I cop jewels to floss, yo I cop ice with mine |
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from Erick Sermon - Music (2001) |