• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Vangundy - Def Squad
• Y'all Niggas Ain't Ready - Def Squad
• You Do I Do - Def Squad
• Live It Up - Def Squad
• Ain't Shhh to Discuss - Def Squad
• Feel Me Baby - Def Squad
• Why Not? - Def Squad
• Focus - Def Squad
• Full Cooperation - Def Squad
• Don't Get Gassed - Def Squad
• Fat Gold Chain - Def Squad
• Countdown - Def Squad
• Def Squad Delite/Rapper's Delite - Def Squad
• Can You Dig It - Def Squad
• Can't Stop - Def Squad
• Check N' Me Out - Def Squad
• Def Squad - Def Squad
• Breaker 1, Breaker 2 - Def Squad
• Hostility - Def Squad
• Get Da Money - Def Squad
• So Sweet - Def Squad
• Say Word - Def Squad
• Y Not - Def Squad
• The Game - Def Squad
• No Guest List - Def Squad
• I Do 'Em - Def Squad
• Ride Wit Us - Def Squad
• Rhymin Wit Biz - Def Squad

[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

Turn my mic up son
Turn my mic up son
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Yo yo, E, how's the kite
Rippin' the mic, hardcore, keepin' it tight
Sho nuff, roll thick, come, my squad be tough
And I take no shit cuz I had enough
Who makes the dough, don't act like y'all don't know
Got things y'all cats never seen before
Ask your hoe, the E go cash to blow
Get it, spend it, with it, fast or slow
Where my dogs at *growls*, hold it down
At the 5-5-9 of the underground (What, what)
Hate me I don't care
Cuz I been figured out that life ain't fair
So I'm doin' it on my own
If I need some help, I'll call Tyrone (Say word, word)
Def Squad, makin' ends
Next year comes 'round, gon' do it again
Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
Turn my mic up some (4x)
Yo, when the sun goes down here comes the moon
Doc let the wolf out, tear the roof out
Def Squad general bring your whole account
I got it in the couch, we can brawl
I clock the squeal, make your block feel
Like hot mills on your chest when the cock still
You know, wavin' the fo' with big
Do you know when you fall like bowling pins, huh
Yo, let my dog loose *growls*
You can't unloose if I came full proof
Worldwide tear, ???
Dope shit, I'm surprised how I do that there
D-O M-O, it's to put the slug nose to your CEO, then blow
If it gets thick, I doubt it
Long as Def Squad be about it, clubs stay crowded
Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
Turn my mic up some (4x)
Yo, how come anonymously, I ka-pow
Rock the rough crowd, me, Reggie, Biggie E and the ???
Smokin' in the streets covered by black clouds
Hard to the core, with the pow and the wow
Take it to the streets like a thug sippin' sud
Show 'em some love before they rip up the club
Catalistic, disaster, catastrophic
Superistic, super-charged, MCs at large
Definition of tradition, before description
Make a nigga go broke, can't pay attention, listen
We built this empire on rap alone
When the battle and the war, never get the throne
Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
You're listening to the sounds of WDEF Radio, Def Squad Radio
Where Nasty Nudge, the big mouth
Still in charge and still fuckin' your man while you bitches ain't around

[Intro] Def Squad
Hah! Yo, this ain't nuthin' but rock shit
I don't think ya'll niggaz can't keep up with this!
FUCK ALL YOU MUTHAFUCKAZ!
FUCK YOU! Hah!
I don't think they can get with it!
There's too much shit goin' on!
Yo yo yo yo yo
[Verse] Redman
I was chillin' up, ??? Dog Deluxe
Rockin', diamond and G with the rooftop cut
I'ma grown man, don't got no time for games 'n stuff
I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough
Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't forget it
I makes ya make ya scream: "BOW!"
Like my name's Willie, I get sick with it
Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up
Before yo' stink bitch bit it, I betta clippin' crap
That ya'll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks
So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when I was four
Explore whores, when rock came to the door
You never seen before, life to your hood
My steady shows leave niggaz faxs like Rosewood
When I drop the filth weather, bigga built
Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill
[Chorus]
You drinkin', I'm drinkin'
You smokin', I'm smokin'
You freakin', I'm freakin'
You fuckin', we fuckin'
You fucked up, we fucked up
We make it, we take it
You hate me, I hate you
You talk shit, I talk shit
[Verse] Erick Sermon
In a flash I be the E, cat 'n mouse and cash
Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my style!
Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin' on parrellies, chrome
The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep
For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps
Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets
????????1-5-fifth and get...BUDDAH
That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her bitch
There was a time if I ain't doin' that, I ain't doin' shit
I might go to the studio and make a hit
I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit
I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz please
We hit Toys 'r Rus and then Micky D's
And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to 'em
And take 'em back around away, and that's REAL!
[Chorus]
[Verse] Keith Murray
Well it's the sly Gemini, me and potatoe cuttin' drops
Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin' by
And I verify mathematics don't lie nigga
Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie
It be the niggaz that don't immediate pertain to the situation
That be tryin' to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin'
And always worried if I'ma diss you, you insecure bitch
To the government, stay out my shit!
Niggaz was glad when I came with the keys to the chains
To the cellblock to the stage, now it's time to rock
I return like I never left, D-E-F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath
We got these hoes spread it out like mustard
I ask flava and chop, they said: "Yo, don't trust it"

[Redman]
You motherfuckers gotta get...
Live baby [x16]
[Khari Santiago]
Introduction, Khari makes you wet like 90 degrees
Summer night of passionate raw fuckin
Physical frame slim, you mention my name in
Your verse and you might be leaving the earth flamin
Shit changed when I came in, niggas stopped smilin
Started hatin and wishin my chest would get caved in
Oh why? Probably cuz I'm too much to clutch too fly
Cats dividin findin cuts to hide in
Scared like a bunch of little skirts, it gets worse
Or gettin their delicate feelings hurt
Or run around, chain danglin, grippin their nuts
Big balla nigga til you slip and get stuck
And I, trunk cake the break, break fools that take schools
Of emcees get sprayed through so bad it'll make news
Reported that you got slaughtered the only description
You got ripped by some tall kid that like an Egyptian
[Redman x2]
Yo, we want y'all to liven it up
Before I do
We want y'all to get fucked up
Before I do
We want y'all to get the money
Before I do
We want y'all to get high, high, high
Before I do
[Onasis]
Yeah live it up now before I do
Wit my new millenium gat, mines is blue
Glock and clip, cock it back, lost your chips
Smart bullet, and marked your name before I pull it
Hip hop the shit, it run through my blood
Fake thug, I aint dirt, you ran through mud
I'm what rap was, and what it be
The lyrical, mystical, live MC
Ay you rap subliminal
Rock hard shit you a mineral
Lab rapper made by chemicals
Me, I'm nice when it comes to material
Like Redman I should have my own cereal
E new sheriff in rap, Reggie hammered it
How the hell you get backstage wit no laminate
Area restricted from those MCs that's not gifted
Amateur night show you missed it
[Redman x2]
We want y'all to liven it up
Before I do
We want y'all to get fucked up
Before we do
We want y'all to get the money
Before I do
We want y'all to get high, high, high

* erick sermon (of epmd)
Hungry niggas
Teflon
Lil' noah
E double
T-mixx
Onasis
With the
[name] city cartel, nigga
Starve in the hood, what
[ verse 1: teflon da don ]
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..
[ chorus ]
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)
[ verse 2: noah ]
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
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3: erick onasis ]
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

[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

[Erick Sermon of EPMD]
Uh, and you dont stop yeah yeah
Uh Huh yeah yeah ha ha
[Slick Rick]
You know what I'm sayin so I said
(rick D)
Uh huh, yeah
Big Brown uh huh, yeah
You ready?
[Erick Sermon]
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:]
[Erick Sermon]
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?
[Slick Rick]
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?
[Slick Rick]
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

Hey!
[vocal box]
Never understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove your very soul
[onasis]
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
[vocal box]
Never
Xzibit
Dj motherfucking quik
Erick sermon
[dj quik]
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
'cause 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
[vocal box]
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
[xzibit]
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 ain't stickin
I'm walkin away, a free man
'cause y'all niggas softer than sand
'cause 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
[vocal box]
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

[interlude]
Yeah, yo, Def Squad, Full Cooperation on this one yo, total concentration
Wassup wit these cats out there?, I don't think they figured, son
I don't think they hear you son, ha ha
[Keith Murray]
Now first but not least you will respect Keith, lay a nigga down
Like a doo-rag in some grease, you must be crazy tryin to play me
I been dedicated since King Tut the third baby
Lyrical chemist rhyme minister, diminished you for the benefit
Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it, I see y'all been writin
Still bitin, still lookin lame, half y'all niggaz still soundin the same
I'm excitin when live on stage, when receiting in lighting, frightening
lightning
Throwin thunder in chain, when i first came, I gave birth to a million MC's
In the game, who should all carry my last name
And I'm Gonna Get You Sucka like Damon Wayans, and fame like Jermaine
Bring pain and novacaine, okay y'all lil monkeys wanna play?
My Squadron brings the art of war the correct way (OKAY!)
Chorus 2x
Chorus
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things I'd like to mention, these rappers out here swear they're
So appealing I, step to your business and hurt your feelings
[Erick Sermon]
Okay, well thinkin it's okay to rhyme that way, you'll be P.O.W., M.I.A.
And I'm seven steps ahead of you, five from eternity
An all that shit you kick just don't concern me, I separate the dead from
The chump, ask a nigga blunt, "Yo, how many lumps you want?"
So flavorous you could taste it, so hardcore I wrote this layin on the floor
In the basement, my style ain't no walk in the park, got mainstream MC's
Scared to rhyme after dark, an there Ain't No Half-Steppin
I'm reppin like a nuclear weapon, manifestin the Immaculate Conception
Lyrically I rape an MC like sodomy, add tragedy, to your odessy
For battle reservations call 1-900-SQUAD, frontin on us
Is like frontin on God
Chorus
[Redman]
Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square
My squad hangs out like fourhundred pounds in braziers
My deathrow allines, bein signed then aligned to electric
So it clear like a chair in Texas, HOT, approach wit extreme caution
No horsin around when my squad abortion a sound
Our crew's like Smokey off sokey, even Little Bo Peep, your style is weak
Guard your Rollie, wit all the ice in it, I snatch the ice out and put a price
Cop a Benz, put my mom in it, as long as I'm alive I'mma keep the vibe
24-7, 365

Def squad
Uh huh
Check it
[verse 1]
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
[your homeboy drove up] I give a fuck who came
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
[verse 2]
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 ain't 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

[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]

For she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic, I'm Wizard, call me Chris Webber
Scary, wise, I'm way past terror
I make like Jay-Z, then Roc-a-Fella
Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments of E-Dub
I be the one to cause the confusion
Twist your mind to pieces make ya think I'm losin'
Yeah, niggaz try to provoke me
But, I'm a tower God
So, there ain't no hope
Bitches like dope E so, I resume, if they step
I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon
Let me ask you's, y'all feel that like Erykah
Control the states and make a Def America
My styles legit, peep the steez a bit
It's official, like a licensed forty-five pistol
Word to the preacher's wife
I got the power to annoy ya
And keep them shiesty folks on point
I'm the butler servin' MC's
Because I love to
N-O, quote, you're a customer
I put you in your right mind and frame
I derail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train
All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang
My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame
Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em
Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em
But Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me
Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin'
Whether it be weed, dope or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes
Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown
Pull out the pound, bust off my ro ro ro round
Jump out a tree, land on your neck
From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck
You be like damn, that's what I ride for
If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July Fourth
Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shit
If you came to brawl, we love to get involved
My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it
Yeah, nobody rock harder than this
Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist and I doubt it
You could kiss my ass and make a love song about it
'Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it
Yeah, wantin' to battle with me as hard as it gets
Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train turn off the TV, lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk shit, you deserve what you get
I'm heartthrob, leave you dead as a door knob
Not a hip hop cop and not down with the Mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
Simultaneously with communication capabilities
From high class to mid class to low and greedy
I will instantaneously bust an MC
The non forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter
And make you exercise your shit up, nigga
These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos
Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
Def Squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor
Forty five slug sender, half spreader, cash getter
Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers
Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz
Same niggaz takin' this squad shit for a joke
Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope
Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower
Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G
Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack
Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium
Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place
House, that was some hardcore rap
Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats
'Bout to black out on all you wack cats
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it
MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit

[Redman]
I said a hip hop the hippie
the hippie to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop
A rock on baby bubba to the boogety bang
bang the boogie to the boogety beat
Now what'chu hear is not a test I'm a rappin to the beat
It's just me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet
See I am the doctor spoc and I'd like to say hello
A to the black to the white the red and the brown
the purple and yellow
Well, first I gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
say up jump the boogie to
Bang bang boogie let's rock you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Now, so far you heard my voice a but I brought 2 friends along
And next on the mic is my man E come on E sing that song
[Erick Sermon]
Well I'm imp the dip the ladies pimp
The womens fight for my delight
Cuz im the grandmaster with the 3 MCs
That shocked ya house for the young ladies
And when ya come inside into the front
And you do the freak spank and you do the bump
An When a sucka MCs tryin to prove a point
They trust this trio and wit a serious joint
And from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit back and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that lyricals never cease
I created a devastated masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
EVERYBODY! I said it goes like this
See I was comin home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she heard stories and she heard fables
That I Mrs. On the mic and the turntables
This young reporter I did adore
Start rockin through this rhyme like I never did before
She said damn fly guy I'm in love wit'chu
Said that casanova led ya musta been true
I said by the way baby what's your name?
She said I go by the name of Lois Lane
And you could be my boyfriend you truly can
Just let me cut my boyfriend called Superman
I said he's a fairy I do suppose
Flyin through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute
But he look like a sucka in a blue & red suit
I said I need a man who got finesse
and his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But he can't rock a party through the early light
He can't satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my Supersperm
I go do it - I go do it - I go do it - do it - do it
And I'm here and I'm there
And I'm big bad E and I'm everywhere
So just throw your hands up in the air
And party hard like you just don't care
And just do it and don't stop y'all
A tick a tock y'all and ya don't stop
It goes ho-tel, mo-tel What'cha gonna do today(Say Wha'?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl, I'm gonna get some spankin'
Drive off with a def OJ
Everybody go, Ho-tel, Mo-tel Hoilday Inn(Say Wha'?)
I say if your girl start actin' up
Then you take her friend
I say Skip, Dive What can I say?
I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half and bust 'em out
And leave the rest to Master Gee
So he can shock the house!
[Keith Murray]
Well I'm the M - A - S - the T - E - R a G with the double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Keith Murray
Well, my name is known all over the world
by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin the highs and your feelin the lows
The beat start gettin into your soul
You start snappin your fingers and stompin your feet
And moving your body to the shore shot beat
And then DAMN! You start doin the freak
I mean DAMN! Right outta your seat
And then you throw your hands high in the air
Your rockin to the beat and shake your derriere
Your rockin to the beat without a care
'Cause the shore shot MCs from the affair
Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize
I said a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop
you don't dare stop
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
I guess by now that you can take a hunch
And find that I, am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep it strive
Cuz all I'm made to do is wiggle your behind
An sing a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Rock, rock y'all, and get on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna freak you out of this atmosphere
Cuz I'm one-of-a-kind, I shocked your mind
Look what they did Gee, No diggity about your behind
I said a one, two, three, four
Come on girls a-get on the floor
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
Cuz I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said a one, two, three, four
Tell me Dr. Spoc What are you waitin' for?
[Redman]
I said a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop
An ya don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat
Skippity we bopp we rock a scooby doo
A guess what america we love you
Cuz you rock & you roll with a so much soul
A you could rock till you 101 years old
I don't mean to brag I don't mean to boast
But Def Squad's like butter on ya breakfast toast
A rock it out a baby bubba a baby bubba to the boogety
Bang bang the boogie to the beat beat
It's So unique come on everybody
Let's dance to the beat
Have you ever went over a friend house to eat
And the food was just no good?
I said the macaroni's sour, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
I said you try to play it off, like you thinkin' you can
By sayin' that chu're full
And then your friend says, Mom, he's just bein' polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, thats bull!
So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you arleady ate
And then your friend says, Man, there's plenty of food
So he piles some more on your plate
And while the stinky food's steamy
Your mouth starts a-dreamin' of the monent it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate, and your chicken's slowly rottin'
And the somethin' that look like cheese
Then you say, that's it, I got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this Ug-ly food that stinks
So you bust out the door, while it's still close
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle uh Kaopectate
And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been
And he says I understand about the food, Baby Bubba
But we're still friends
A wit a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop
You don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie

(E Dub)
It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess yall
I confess, ya'll, when I spit the yiggy yes yall
I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I'm real, react when it's time to peel
Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln
With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain
And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns
I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton
Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us
We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures
(Funk Doc)
When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
My name will still be in debates about who was great
I make you tie your lace two times when I create
Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker State
We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal's face
You offers, I walk through your church without no parlay
Or permits, fuck your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm strictly convinced, yall puss
Flippin crack, save that
I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style
Order it now, no refunds
I'm like a clib with jums
I move crack fiends with different vowels
Even technicians can't repair the mic I spit on

[verse 1]
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
'cause 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"
[can't stop groovin, groovin, groovin]
[verse 2]
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
[verse 3]
"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, ain't 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

If I gotta go out, I'm goin out "Full Metal Jacket" style
Reverse suicide to do or die
I'm broke, I lost my deal, my car, my brawl
And me and my landlord, we at war for the rent
Yo E and Keith, it's time to rob and steal
See that First National Bank? I'm showin my grill
Fuck a mask and a glove, I'm worldwide for drugs
Turn the TV on, that's me on America's
Most Wanted, for most blunted
That tricky shit you did, I done it
We rock gear for deer huntin
When we do jobs, me and my dogs ready to get it
Snatch you out the five series like I'm winnin the pennant
Even at 112 degrees, sky's the limit
Sodomized the style till you idolized the finish
Sucker emcees get stuck too, fuck you
And if you blink, Im 'a show you shit I be up to
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo, (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo, yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
Who want the Source, the E got 65 mics
So i guess, I got shit that motherfuckers like
Some rappers, they choose to be disobedient
Dummies, advance your skills from intermediate
I'm suave with it, my rhyme I play with it
I cut the style up, and DJ with it
Can you help me? Ask Bill Bellamy what's the jam of the week
When he speak, it be something I freak
Who gives a fuck, I show and prove, I got juice
Drop my drawers and let mt balls hang loose
The green eyed bandit, shuts it down quickly
Taking care of business, since Strictly
Cats talk behind my back, I get heated
And bust a shot from my CLK two seated
The Squad do work quick fast in a hurry
Me, Eric Serm, Funk Doctor Spot and Keith Murray
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo
Now if your bitch is paging me you best check your bitch
And if your bitch is in my whip you best check your bitch
And if your bitch is on my dick, nigga check your bitch
And if my clique fucks your bitch, nigga check your bitch
Ay yo, I'm sly as a fox, smooth as Hennessy over the rocks
Knock you out your boots, Lodge you out your socks
I see you checkin me out, you felt it
When I stepped in rockin gators and electic blue velvet
I see you checkin me out through the corner of your eye
You deny, but yo, you ain't got to lie!
You check me out till your eyes get sore
But that's alright playboy, cause that's what I'm here for
Check how I get biz
Me and the microphone is like the Junkyard Dog and the Haiti Kid
Violated, reinstated, genuinely illated
You're belated, you'll be checkin me out till the day I'm creamated
I keep you heavily sedated
Illified, illustrated
The original juice, not from concentrated
From up north to midwest to west coast to down south
No doubt, keep checkin us out
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha

Yeah yo Def Squad, Full Cooperation on this one
Yo total concentration
Wassup wit these cats out there?
I don't think they figured son
I don't think they hear you son ha ha
Now first but not least you will respect Keith
Lay a nigga down like a doo rag in some grease
You must be crazy tryin' to play me
I been dedicated since king tut the third baby
Lyrical chemist rhyme minister, diminished you for the benefit
Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it, I see y'all been writin'
Still bitin', still lookin' lame, half y'all niggaz still soundin' the same
I'm excitin' when live on stage
When recitin' in lighting, frightening lightning
Throwin' thunder in chain
When I first came, I gave birth to a million M C's in the game
Who should all carry my last name
And I'm gonna get you sucka like Damon Wayans
And fame like Jermaine bring pain and novacaine
Okay y'all lil monkeys wanna play?
My squadron brings the art of war the correct way
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things I'd like to mention
These rappers out here swear they're so appealing
I step to your business and hurt your feelings
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things I'd like to mention
These rappers out here swear they're so appealing
I step to your business and hurt your feelings
Okay, well thinkin' it's okay to rhyme that way
You'll be P.O.W., M.I.A and I'm seven steps ahead of you
Five from eternity an all that shit you kick just don't concern me
I separate the dead from the chump, ask a nigga blunt
Yo, how many lumps you want?
So flavors you can taste it
So hardcore I wrote this layin' on the floor in the basement
My style ain't no walk in the park
Got mainstream M C's scared to rhyme after dark
And there ain't no half-steppin' I'm reppin' like a nuclear weapon
Manifestin' the immaculate conception
Lyrically I rape an MC like sodomy
Add tragedy, to your odessy
For battle reservations call 1-900-squad
Frontin' on us is like frontin' on God
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things I'd like to mention
These rappers out here swear they're so appealing
I step to your business and hurt your feelings
Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square
My squad hangs out like four hundred pounds in braziers
My death row allines, bein' signed then aligned to electric
So it clear like a chair in Texas
Hot, approach wit extreme caution
No horsin' around when my squad abortion a sound
Our crew's like smoky off sokey, even little bo peep
Your style is weak guard your Rollie, wit all the ice in it
I snatch the ice out and put a price out, cop a Benz, put my mom in it
As long as I'm alive I'mma keep the vibe 24-7, 365
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things I'd like to mention
These rappers out here swear they're so appealing
I step to your business and hurt your feelings
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things I'd like to mention
These rappers out here swear they're so appealing

Intro/hook
A breaker 1, a breaker 2
Repeat x 7
(erick sermon)
I be the don up in this motherf-----(ha ha)
I puts it down, i rock 'scapes
I roll bounce to the ounce(die-i!)
I bring dat physical front(aha)
Believe it I function the paraplegic
So teach it like if he was playin backgammon
A new sheriff in town and not reggie hammond
I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose
Not for shootin use it for executin
Lames out there callin my name
For fame, change ya plan punk refrain
This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid
Dumb and dumber all this summer
A newcomer, yeah I take em to check out the avenue
Me and my crew went through
Wooh! ah-ah! word is born! word is born!
(redman)
I said "come on!"(come on!),"come on!"(come on!)
We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on
I'm not the one to funnel, i'm lyrically inclined
Seriously devine, whatever we g is crime
Ha! i take it down, make it clear and in your bare lair
Leaving critical as sang elsewhere
You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means
For such, i tote glocks in akarl jeans
For all means necer-ssary, my blood vessels
Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures
I be blowin like I'm mr.cool, the invincible
Keepin my court trials municipal
The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts
Pick up (aah!), buda and mex tags
Fifty the less, mo' vex, the soviets
Another co-nnect on my rolodex
I met my smokin vex, i keep my lyrics smack-daddo
Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal
Next up I believe that's keith
Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony
(keith murray)
Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer, telepathical brain murderer
Comin with the sh-t you never heard
Ask yourself the very same question
Which crew is f-----g with this squad in this profession
Your mic's in my possession, i crush you with aggression
An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson
So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye
Fake niggas f-----g up my eye
Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job
Forget any clan said "who squad the mob? "
Tired of beat-down, shot up and robbed
Niggas askin why, it's my motherf----n job
How many ways can I say "i just don't give a f---!"
Runnin niggas over in every truck
But my motto is "f---! get the bottle! pass the bottle!"
Bad luck had ya stuck, uh
I crash ya brain and smash ya spine
Yeah another hard one to find