1.Ain't Shhh To Discuss
＊ erick sermon (of epmd)
Hungry niggas
Teflon
Lil' noah
E double
T-mixx
Onasis
With the
Starve in the hood, what
I was well respected in the streets with no watch
Youngest nigga in tallahassee with a coke spot
Used to chill at the dorm where the hoes blow cock
Had the fairly new classical bally's with no socks
Homicide know the face, i'm makin 60 a bird
He earnin a third, roy black on the case
Blow and base and a few pounds of pot
Will have you found with a few rounds around your cock
Around the clock i'm breakin down dimes of rock
Tryin to grind my block - once i find a block
My soldiers (line em up)
Who oppose (tyin em up)
Calicos (fine em up)
I'm supplyin the sights, i'm climbin slight
This a new edition without ronny, bobby, ricky and mike
Who got the sticky delite？
You dyin quickly tonight
Force fare the stick of dynamite
Give up the china white
Sssss..
If you got it, you got it, it ain't shit to discuss
I ain't move any units, i'm shippin the dust
I ain't move any unit, empty a clip in your nuts
We move as a unit (bitch) ain't shit to discuss (2x)
We the isley brothers of rap smugglin crack
Potatos, muffle the mac, i don't wet you
The first go round i'm doublin back
(who fuckin with that？)
Pull a plug on your cats
Put the snub to your hat
(what else, noah？) i keep it real, y'all juggle with facts
(what else, noah？) i keep the steel, y'all scuffle with cats
(what else, noah？) stayed in court, raised on house arrest
Shower your vest, cap boy, but bag powder the best
Clap and lay cowards to rest
My bottle was filled with milk, regardless if it was sour or
fresh
I was raised in hell, blaze a l
This for my brother doin sets of 20 caged in a cell
Yo, e and g hoppin through with teflon ＆ noah
We all iced out, took the rocks from boa
Yo, it was easy, gillie up in philly
Caught em at the top of the stairs with biggie's mac milli
E, i'm a wolf, funny eyes and all
Dark-skinned complexion, stand six feet tall
So who wanna brawl？ i'm the rappin feebo
Knock you the fuck out over a bicycle
Yo g (wassup？) let em know how i do
I smack you the fuck up, and your girlfriend too
So while you're playa-hatin i'm navigatin
20-inch skatin, eightball in the back on daytons
Yo, i'm the shit, huh？ you on my dick, huh？
You want my bitch, huh？ click-click now
Uh, i'm 'hip-hop's biggest fan'
Come through like a airplane when it land
Muthafucka
2.Can't Stop
Macauly culkin, 'home alone' lustin
Tuesday night we stop by justin's
Check the scene, immaculate
Grab the bottle from the bar and dismantle it
Who you wit, spot a chick for my man to get
She a big body girl, i can handle it
Cuz my money blow 'em
If i had the voice of my man sisqo, i could see the thong
But i'm not so i flash the yacht master
And the gold seal so i can get it faster
Eye contact, said my name onasis
Check myself from catching hot flashes
This girl is just too much
Quench my thirst wit a glass of, 'puffy' punch
And that's the real, i'm the realest nigga ever seen
Fuck a gun, stop me, try a laser beam
Chorus 2x： dave hollister
Where we goin, goin
How we movin, movin
What we doin, doin
Who she bouncin wit？ 'keep bouncing'
Can't stop movin, movin, movin 'keep bouncing'
Yo, same night, shit's right, glide down the block
Club cheetahs, the other spot, uh
It should be closed, fubu had a a-list fashion show
I bought the hoe, 'you know!'
Inside, deborah cox, ll cool...
J, broads hangin off the barstools
Uh, i'm the shit, i break down to any figure
'trick' 'em you don't know 'nann nigga'
Uh, around the chicks i flash the bread
Never, ever get over my head, i front instead, 'trust me'
Me, i won't risk it
I do it all for the 'nookie' like fred from limp bizkit
So i snooze 'em, seven day yacht cruise 'em
Do what i want to and then lose 'em
For real, me and my squad's off the hook
Case closed, end of story, close the book
Chorus
'i hate e so much right now'
I don't give a fuck, i be like ch ch blau!
Gettin hoes with asses like wow
Laughin at y'all how you like me now, uh
I get the money baby, aint nothin funny baby
Carrots are for bugs bunny baby
To each his own, i rock til the spot is blown
Club hoppin, once again it's on
Chorus
3.Don't Get Gassed
Def squad
Uh huh
Check it
No more long roads, my time's up
The rap game is bumper to bumper, i take a shortcut
I do a 120 down the deegan
Fly past the cops, they like he's speeding
I'm in a two triple zero mb
Flaunt it, til the gas tank's empty
Yo, me and redman take a detour
Uptown, park in front of branson's store
I see a couple of chickens upon the scene
I roll down the window and i flash the greens
I got my hand upon the steering wheel, with the gangsta lean
Watch and rings, doin my thing, bling, bling
I'm out there sittin on lorenzo's
Attractin, two, four, five, or six hoes
Uh, girls scream my name
And the hype crazy, it wasn't me it was the fame
E dub the rap sugar cane
I'm off the hook like 27th street between 11th and 12th
All by myself
Chorus：
Ayo, you think you holdin it down
Don't get gassed
On the real you and your mans are clowns
Don't get gassed
Ay, you think you flyer than me
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
Ay, you think you hold the crown
Don't get gassed
On the real you and your mans are clowns
Don't get gassed
Ay you think you flyer than me
Don't get gassed
I'm legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buck
I come through like nigga what, in a brinks truck
Blow it up like the spanish cat, in dead presidents
Get the money, hand out gifts, in your residence
＞from snoop dogg, 'bitch please'
King of new york, 'christopher walken' on mcs
I'm hard to please, excite me
Jump off the brooklyn bridge
Heads first, face, thug, and live
Now that my get you a 'yo duke is ill'
But that still aint got shit to do with the skills
Uh, why you wanna go against me with no brains
When i'm a big dude, and you a buck and change
Me, i got no time for playin games
If it can't ride upon the track then switch lanes
New game, watch how i rearrange the structure
Here's a hundred grand, keep the change you fucker
I'm like the magazine, my flow is upscale
My shit flourish, and yours don't sale
On the other hand, you're mad to def at soundscan
And left wit a couple of fans
Chorus：
So what you and your man went gold
Don't get gassed
I got a couple of million sold
Don't get gassed
I bet ya next year you fold
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
So what you and your man went gold
I got a couple of million sold
Don't get gassed
I bet ya next year you fold
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin, i whoop your ass
Yeah
'don't believe the hype'
4.Fat Gold Chain
Whoo! uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahh
And you don't stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
Now introducin the sound from the ghetto
E double and too $hort, what the fuck you thought？
I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when i swing
I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat
Who out there i swear boy wanna get touched
Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so duck
I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga
Five hundred s drivin with hand on trigger
Crazy lestat, check my track record
Everything i touch is gold since eighteen years old
So what that mean？ i rolled the blunt
And puff the indo smoke in it, i trip in a minute
Crazy holy doctor holdin me cuz i be rockin b
Sewin up like monopoly, nobody's stoppin me
Dig it, funkdafied like brat, how's that？
I stick and move on tracks while i smoke a twenty sack
Who said the e can't rock？ that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls
You wanna brawl？ punk i thought not
You might get beat down and stomped like sasquatch
Your girl, like keith sweat, i wanna fuck her
Psych, i already stuck her
Huh, i got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up
I rock the mic with too $hort, y'all niggaz know what's happenin
Everything he touch goes platinum
Eyeeaaaah!
I made a half a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it？ erick sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from california all the way to new york
In big benzes, g hooked it up
Now we trying to squash all that east／west stuff
We spent years in the studio makin funky tracks
Signed a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps
It's like father dom, it's like keith murray
Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry
Cause we all in it for the long run
I won't leave the studio until a song's done
And ain't nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
A big fat house with a million stashed
You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
Givin dat's to the label, straight gettin shorted
Claim you gettin paid, but i can't tell
You keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hell
You talk a good game but i don't believe in you
You smoked a lotta blunts but i got mo' weed than you
I guess i see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd bustin freestyles
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten g's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e double
Shhhhh! you remind me of my fat gold chain
Some of y'all are just small change
Be a boss with true true game
Yeah yeah
Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous
Atomic dog, coming through the smog with $hort dawg
Ahhh! quick with the trig jack be nimble
I shoot like g mob goes liftin through my window
Chik chik pow! how you like me now？
The man in the mirror it don't get no clearer
$hort dawg, the e double, and breed we roll thick
Like girls in c.a.u. with the good power-u
Owww! money is the key to fame
So i can live it up with the girls on soul train
The impact, major league dough like dave justice
Yo breed, $hort dawg, show em how we bust this
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga
5.Feel Me Baby
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6.Focus
Hey!
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
Yo i lamp out in the rented e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, seen her？
290 thou, wow
Somethin your rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, i don't see nothing funny
Pull back two mac-10's now it's a big mac-20
That is the basics
Quik and i we run the matrix
Hold your mouth don't say shit
Walk through any borough
That stretch from here past the tri ？？
Better respect us dog we ？kernel？
Don't get it confused
We smashin crews, it's my rules
Don't come correct and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin drama
Make 'em feel it, like tupac's dear mama
It could be pitch black and i spot ya
Boom! kick in your door like big poppa
Never
Xzibit
Dj motherfucking quik
Erick sermon
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga xzibit
And quik get down with the e double？
You get we trouble
E, make the beat bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they break out
To the ground and dig em out of e rubble
Partyin, happy that you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub i got dibs
Cuz this is how we do it here
It's ironic that you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches sparklin
Tryin to take you to a star
Tryin to get you to recognize they know who you are
Can't you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out
We big figga rap niggas
From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and i'ma whet ya
Way down from the compton town, and i bet ya
Ha, yeah, ladies and gentleman
Yeah, the bar is now open
C'mon, yeah, it's on me
C'mon, yeah
Presented to you, avirex to the z
Yeah, listen
I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the opera
If this was '89 i would break you off proper
Cockblocker, dump a few g's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my nigga b came in solo, dolo
Most niggas react like a homo
And when they wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act like a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but really got the heart of a child
？？ steal our tickets
Extra points like a field goal kicker
Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that aint stickin
I'm walkin away, a free man
Cuz y'all niggas softer than sand
Cuz we fuckin a fan and locin out wit your pan
I fucked your mother, so now i'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a track like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real niggas close to me
Epmd
C'mon, yeah, dj quik in the motherfucking house
Yeah, this dick in your mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
Yeah, you think it aint
The west coast brought cats alive in 1999
All the way bouncin through millenium
Ha, c'mon, yeah
Yo, millenium shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, c'mon yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking quik
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, green eyed bandit
Yeah, bitch niggas can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, keep it bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. roger troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha, yeah
7.Get Da Money
Check it, when i come in the place excitement
Like a plane watch, take it to jacob and iced it
E coming through in the purest form
On some striesand shit, when a star is born
I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening
You rob me, end up dead for now reason
I approach those that wanna cramp my style
When i ask they be like 'huh' like in juvenile
Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold
So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt
'fore i leave you in back of somebodies restaurant
Layin flat with the rats and cats
By a cardboard box where the bums be at
And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, dead
Onasis aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake
picasso
Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it
You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit
Chorus： erick ＆ ja rule
No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money
No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat bank roll
E-dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars
Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
And its startin to burn when i piss on emcees
Niggas want it with me, who i be？
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked？
Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat
Son its no joke, i pump lead like bad dope
And leave niggas nodding out with no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, e-dub, and short dog it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
Niggas don't want it with me
J-the a-the r-u-l-e
Nigga i get the money money
Chorus
Aiyyo, who asked who i be, i'm the phantom
With a microphone to blow spots random
Got distribution boostin from here to houston
Known for full fledge producing
Cats were reluctant
When i came through the spot a crunked it
Laid back and funked it, yeah
No matter what, i puts in work
E, i do it all day, i do it in spurts
Suckers lost up in nyc with ？？？
Fake thug emcees that never did dirt
Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla holla
We get money like minister ？？？ dollar
Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
Past the bar and mixed the drink up
Believe i got major cash (how？)
Street talkin like big boi from outkast (uh huh)
Chorus
8.Hostility
Yo, yo, yo...
Ow! motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ？？
Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha
What you know about it, what you know about it
Yo, why you buggin？
I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear
Put it to my dick so you hear me comin
I.c.u. critical, up on a stretcher
The 45 undresser, put on the pressure
You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up
You dealin then shuffle the deck up
Fuck the irs, i'm the nrs
Nigga revenue service, talico inserter
Murder, a six letter word to convert a
Beef you better off flippin beef at fat burger
Yo keith, pull out the burner
(he won't move any further)
Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers
I carry tools like sears surplus
So when i spit you catch heart murmurs
Word, you sweeter than cupcakes
I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight
Each generation, rules the nation
Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations
I'm not a hog i'm a big dog wit big balls
Lock it down like pit jaws to crenshaw
Then y'all be like
He's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite
Chicken might dine like cops
First of the month these thugs
Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug
I beat pussy down when i'm smokin the la
Bitches leave the room screamin 'oh na na oh na na'
E dog the mic demolitioner
The black superhero def squad's the clique, we rock shit
Cuz we flossiest
No thug cats show us often this
We the boss in this
Why think of double crossin this
Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who i be
I'll catch you eye then, ya heard
I live the life that's quite chill
On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil
Believe you me, e
I got a fresh flow i keep it blazed like dat fo' sho'
Some cats are sheisty, so i pack toast
My name aint next and, y'all too close
The rap emperor, scorchin hot
Be the temperature, let's see, think i'm funny
I make you laugh goodfella
I smack you down in front of your fans
Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga
Don't fuck around that's what i mean yo
Def squad comin through again, el nino
And why should we listen to you, anyway
You's a sucker mc wit a sucker dj
I hit you with the all in the hammer
Cocksucker, niggas in dc say bammer
Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge
Make a hardcore nigga cry when i kill all his friends
And force destruction wit my coalition
Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin
I comes through too true
Like a half pit, half man, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two
I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital
9.I Do 'em
No game, for no-names
On the mic i spit flames, rockwells to janes
I'm the nicest without me in the game
It's a crisis - i control all mic devices
Scratch and e yo, we keep shit poppin
Control the mic, keep spittin and keep droppin
Lose 'em or bruise 'em, ruin 'em
Keep the madface screwin 'em
Keep pursuin 'em, keep doin 'em
All night til the crowd start booin
And when we get thumped by uh, nuf and clue and them
Yo, i keep shit comin from the bassment
Make hardcore cats take the route that mase went
Not the god, but just plain quick
From fuckin with that d-e-f squadron shit
This is my house, i told you before
Trespass on my shit, i catch you at the door
Jump off the rail, from the second floor
And kill you in here, without breakin the law
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
Dj scratch came with somethin mean
My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene
I fucked up and did somethin stupid right there
{＊mumbling＊}
Let's go!
Scratch came with somethin mean
My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene
Rock air nike's with a ？？ jean
Fresh black .45 tool by the spleen
Yeah, who wanna abdul like kareem？
I'm in the game of death, i'll cave your chest
Yo scratch got the beat pumpin - iron
Reppin in sets of ten, i catch my wind
So i can, thicken for those who thinkin me hard-est
No forgivin, i'm leavin 'em scared
Pull you card, jump, go 'head catch a nitfit
You a bitch walkin around with smudged lipstick
I catch wreck cause i'm better than
Anyone bring it south with the mexican
Boy i bake like ovens, refresh like tropical plug-ins
Out the wall i'm ready to brawl
Siamese gat spittin, y'all hold y'all gats sittin
Take care witcha hardware
Are you a dope mc or relevant？
All y'all lightweight; me - i'm elephant
Top that! sy scott, khyree and me
Meet the new arsenal nigga, for 2g
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
Yeah, yeah.. word up..
10.Live It Up(Interlude)
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11.Mastering With E(Skit)
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12.Sermon(Speech)
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13.So Sweet
Yeah, check it out
Where eazy at man？ (i think he over there dude)
Where he at？ damn (oh aight cool)
Yo, i'm the rocka man (who？)
Glock cocka man (who？)
Blocka blocka man
(you!) can't stoppa man
Technique i freak
Make chicks strip to bare meat
Leavin' nuttin' on but their shoes
No rules, i'm dumbin' out in the bathroom
Gettin' sucked off 'till i bust off
E single to mingle
Blow somethin' in they ear to make'em tingle
Earrings watch'em jingle (uh!)
Leave the spot jump in the car escape
Bouncin', with the new biggie smalls tape
Dead wrong down sunset haven't had fun yet
Me not the e, you wanna make a bet？
Remember this, lounge you in the danger zone
E got the blocks on snipe the drop zone (uh!)
Peep the whip, i'm sittin' on twenty inch brobbit's
And y'all sittin' on garbage (huh!)
Feel me baby the way i be movin'
Watch what i'm doin', got the spot brewin'
Off the hook in here, you can smell it, gangsta
I'll let eazy e tell it
Feel the beat!
Bein' a gangsta is so neat
Yeah! gangsta beat for the street
I got beef for the street to the beach i'll be rollin'
Never see me strollin'
40's i'll be holdin'
Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows as i turned on my ac
Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin'
Sunday nights poppin'
See the 4's hoppin'
My stereo's bumpin' the a-t-l funk
You can call it what you want
Either way the shit bumps
Chorus (4x)
Yeah, yeah yeah feel me y'all (who？)
The emcee y'all (yo!)
Who i be y'all, e, thats me y'all
Shining call me the black jack nicholson
Heeeres erick, for those thats listening
Yeah, i'm right there block the glare when you stare
Cover your face when i'm in the place (uh, uh)
E, the boy in the east, got green eyes wit' telekenisis
Keep dime pieces, snatch ya feat, it's a full time jack move
(riiiight!)
Eazy e and e make a jack move
The combo ya hear here, sound so sweet
Gangsta beats for the streets
Chorus (4x)
14.Talk To Me(Intro)
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15.Vangundy
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16.Why Not
＊ erick sermon (of epmd)
Uh, and you dont stop yeah yeah
Uh huh yeah yeah ha ha
You know what i'm sayin so i said
(rick d)
Uh huh, yeah
Big brown uh huh, yeah
You ready？
Yo, in the y2k, my chips be micro, unlimited
Me and rick d reap the benefit
Cars, girls, jewels, innocent
Next year it'll be old, we get rid of it
Yeah like that, yeah we knock 'em out the box yo
Money's deep like the gold at fort knox yo
Rhyme killer, kill an iller rhyme with no effort
At you trick a hole your crew (blao!)
You're mad now huh？ you can't stand me
Now watch when i'm recieving a grammy
A soul train when i'm getting a sammy
Davis junior award, fans applaud
For me, erick onasis, top dog
The money folder, i'm like don king's promoter
Ya'll can't see me i'm ariborne type tuskeegee
Wicked like the board of ouija
When i step in the door things change
Everything stops like ya freeze frame
It's mad hot now, gettin ready to boil
(rick the ruler!) me, the mc grand royal
Chorus：
We are, ravishing
I, impress
C, courageous or careless
K, for the kani's that i got
That i rock everyday, and why, why not？
R, ravishing
I, impress
C, courageous or careless
K, for the kangol's which i've got
That i wear everyday, and why, why not？
Emotion and hope in the scope
When the paw print on the button on my brand new garage door
opener
'ungh', as the double r rips through the gutter
Even 7 day advents scream 'that shit's butter!'
You best remember who's the skipper
Remember who made girl's joint drop so hard it popped the zipper
Illusion on no boozin confusion
Even ghosts like 'ruler i'm scared of you son'
As i lean and dip, dream might seem a bit odd
Light's just turned red turn green for rick (ya know)
On a deagon(？) with the stuff in there blastin
Till the signs on the highway start to wop when i pass them
(ohhh)
Mad boigee funk bed(？) perhaps i fend chrome
Almost made another rose have an accident
(the ruler wildin) ladidadi -？- stylin
On his way to see green eyed buddy on the island
(chorus)
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