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Def Squad Def Squad Presents Erick Onasi Get Da Money [erick onasis (sermon)] 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 [ja rule] 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 |
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