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[Erick Onasis] 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!
[Too $hort] 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
[Erick Onasis] 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
[Too $hort] Like some true pioneers, don`t forget it some nigga
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