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  • Verse one: erick sermon
  • Whoo! ah ah, ayahh, ahh ahh ahh
  • And you dont stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bond
  • Now introducing the sound from the ghetto
  • E double and too $hort, what the ***** you thought?
  • I come with the ruckus, its my thing when I swing
  • Im 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 roll 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, nobodys stoppin me
  • Dig it, funkdafied like brat, hows that?
  • I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack
  • Who said the e cant rock? thats 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 ***** her
  • Psych, I already stuck her
  • I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up
  • Heres an icepack homeboy shut the hell up
  • I rock the mic with too $hort, yall niggaz know whats happenin
  • Everything he touch goes platinum
  • Eyeeaaaah!
  • Verse two: too $hort
  • I made a half a million in a week
  • And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
  • You cant believe it? erick sermon, rollin with $hort
  • Rolled from california all the way to new york
  • In big benzes, g-50 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
  • Its like father dom, its like keith murray
  • Makin millionaires but it aint no hurry
  • Cuz we all in it for the long run
  • I wont leave the studio until a songs done
  • And aint nuthin really hard about gettin my cash
  • A big phat house with a million stash
  • You other niggaz got this rap game distorted
  • Givin dats to the label, straight gettin shorted
  • Claim youre gettin paid, but I cant tell
  • You keep rappin in my ear got me mad as hell
  • You talk a good game but I dont believe in you
  • Be smokin lotta blunts but I got more weed than you
  • I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
  • Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle
  • Wishin you could be in the light
  • Promoters pay me ten gs just to breathe on the mic
  • *****! $hort dawg puttin it down with the e double
  • Verse three: erick sermon
  • Shhhhh! you remind me of my phat gold chain
  • Some of yall are just small change
  • Be a boss with true true game
  • Yeah yeah
  • Dig this yall, 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 dont 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
  • Verse four: too $hort, mc breed, kool ace
  • Like some true pioneers, dont forget it
  • Put the money on the table, lets split it
  • We got enough gs here to make us both happy
  • Tell them fans we aint runnin no coke factory
  • Its $hort dawg the real pimp of the century
  • Girls get wet every time somebody mention me
  • I was known for my mackin back in eighty-four
  • I want it all, thats what I keep stackin for
  • Have things that a rapper never dreamed of havin
  • And I can tell them how to get it just keep rappin
  • Lifes a battle, headed for the new sun
  • So many ways to get paid, you got ta choose one
  • Now some of the ways to get paid out is runnin your mouth
  • That street life will keep me tight, Im talkin bout
  • Gettin green, dolla dolla bills yall
  • Thats on the real, somethin you can feel yall
  • Many claim to have game but you can get that on sale
  • But aint nuthin they sellin to you but arbor and gail
  • I mean sprinkle me homey cuz Im bout dollars and cents
  • And if you aint haulin dollars well you aint holler
  • In flintId rather dip dip dive, so-socialize
  • Get loot from the great lakes, west to eastside
  • You tramp, trick, hach I spit
  • Undergrade if you aint gettin paid like this
  • The hours of the atl paves my name
  • Spittin mr. macker izzer are you still in the game
  • See I gets paid by the movement of the cut
  • Ive been summoned by the cancer, to testify and bless
  • Its that, big mack, like scripture is a phat kodeje?
  • So hide your hoe from me
  • Southern am-bassador, knockin at your door
  • Leadin a click thats true, checkin knowin all fifty-two
  • See, all you tricks, best behave
  • Its that southern nigga mack from the city of the brave
  • I got the platinum caul, yes yes yall
  • So plant me with the green and them hoes and we can big ball
  • Yeah, now we rollin four deep
  • Double dosin, relaxin, and maxin to $hort and these beats
  • E double, $hort dawg, kool ace
  • In the place, and be all but bring you straight horror
  • Representin money
  • Buy you some nigga

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