ERICK SERMON feat. Fish Grease, Kapone, Twon Gabz – Whiskey And Coke

Number number number number niiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee!!!!
Erick Sermon! Twon Gabz! New Def Squad!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Uh! Yeah! Globe-trottin, got money to travel
I’m wine sippin, I the valley of Napal
I’m gettin money you puttin in raffles
You can’t dig up with that shit, you assholes
My dough stack high like flagpoles (HUH!)
This gun shoot you then I grab soul (Gimme it!)
The reaper, model styles
A headband, blue jeans, zip up and sneakers
Who got the nerve to blast on me?!
All that singin I’m hearin, y’all belong on Glee
Flee…dog (UH HUH!)
These broads are hangin around me like bird around tree
E! I got that roster, ask Diddy (UH!)
I got that Formula, ask 50 (Yep!)
Me and Twon terrorizin the city (HUH!)
Up in the spot with these big butts and TITTIES!!!!!!!

[Verse 2: Twon Gabz]
I live a vida loca, spit on ya
Middle finger ocho then arriba docha
It’s over, bag more chicks then Dolce & Gabbana did
Rap’s ate more niggas then Jeffrey Dahmer did
Cookin fam on your face like Benny Honda did
So I got more haters then Osama did
I took more shots then ‘Pac and 50 did
That’s truth homey, I got proof homey
I took a hundred rounds of Grey Goose homey
Huh! You ain’t a real rapper you a spoof homey
I’m gourmet you Ramen Noodle food
A drunk slur to your girl you Beau-tiful
I feel good this evenin
See what that God blessed me to be breat-hin
And that’s a good enough reason
Good mo’nin, me and my eggs both cheesin

[Verse 3: Fish Grease {Erick Sermon}]
Uh! Fish Grease yep! I’m the shit!
Prosthetic leg but the strut ain’t switched!
Hated in the hood, but loved by your bitch
I would come out and play but she’s all on my dick (WOO!)
Like Taylor Allison, I’m Swift
Hit them off everytime, never miss
Like Jordan from the line, every rhyme’s a swish
Styles upon styles I can sit and pick
Like this one’s for that and that one’s for this
(Uh!) Switch ‘em up with their outfits like kicks
(Yeah!) Def Squad raised me, y’all can’t phase me (Uh!)
Fuck you, pay me, test tube baby! (LET’S GO!)
I bet it all, we bet it in the mall
‘Cause, rappers today is wack {And I’ll say it!}
But like Chuck D I don’t believe that hype
I bet you, run for your life in a pillow fight {HEYYYYYY!!!!!!}

[Verse 4: Kapone]
Hi my name is Kapone and I’m an alcoholic
I blacked out for awhile but I really can’t call it
Your boy been nice since Jordan’s since rolled
Drinkin shots of Tequila with the Vodka Alimoe
Lil’ purp, lil’ vic, lil’ haze pocket right
Red eye flight, with the red eye sight
Baby drinkin Reesemen’s, Remy Martin martini’s
Drink Bacardi Lemon, I think I hear Biggie speakin
I make your mouthpiece obese, and guns squeeze
Come up off the cheese more Jack Daniel’s please
Like Red Foxx to Grady dummy you talkin out of line
I know I gotta be drunk, ’cause Aun’t Ester lookin fine
I’m drinkin Louis 15th or Louis Chaundon
In my Louis Vuitton, yo baby get it on!
Words stay slurred off the icky and herb
This is Def Squad baby were the bottom on the curb

[Outro: Erick Sermon]
Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade
It’s just the music baby, that make me feels this way
Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade
It’s just the music baby, that make me feels this way

ERICK SERMON – What Happened

No big deal no big deal! God intend yuh gonna feel!
Gone like him heaven him chest must fi mek outta steel!
YEAH YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH! YEAH YEAH!

[Chorus: Sample from "Wanksta" by 50 Cent, "Stunt 101" by G-Unit]
D-Damn homey, the fuck happened to you? (“50 Cent”)
Kids used to look up to you, what happened? (“Lloyd Banks”)
Damn homey, the-the fuck happened to you? (“50 Cent”)
Kids used to look up to you, what happened? (“Lloyd Banks”)

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon (Sample from "Dead This Time" by Bounty Killer)]
Huh! I see you comin through where’s your applause
I seen niggas man where’s your broads?
Talkin to you playboy number one celebrity
With the cars goin back like the 70′s
You had fans, Facebook, plus tweets it was sweet
Enough followers for you to eat
But now I’m Mr. Nice Watch got your spot
Like a parkin lot, he outside with the drop (OKAY!!! THAT’S RIGHT!!!)
With that same old video vixen
In that same spot where you used to be sittin, huh?
Now your standin there with that so called swag
And you wanna represent with the flag
But you ain’t even active
But that live nigga shit look attractive, so you start actin
Now you a killer why your pants so skinny
You can’t hold that glock so where you puttin that semi?

[Chorus: Sample from "Wanksta" by 50 Cent, "Stunt 101" by G-Unit]
D-Damn homey, the fuck happened to you? (“50 Cent”)
Kids used to look up to you, what happened? (“Lloyd Banks”)
Damn homey, the-the fuck happened to you? (“50 Cent”)
Kids used to look up to you, what happened? (“Lloyd Banks”)

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon (Sample from "Dead This Time" by Bounty Killer)]
Uh! Yeah! You wanna be a Bad Boy hit Mase up
‘Cause you ain’t cuttin it tattoo in your face up
And you too got a chopper in the car huh?!
Your star didn’t make it that far NAH!!!!
That’s new shit your ship sinkin
No table you at the bar mixed drinkin
Thinkin I used to make over six digits
Song on the radio like every six minutes (YEAH YEAH!!!)
You was like everywhere you was on everything
HUH! Now it’s gone left like a wedding ring
Your career was last year
Well you ain’t get the memo motherfucker when Craig Mack was here?!
Yeah! You had no plan when it hits ya
Strike three you couldn’t dodge the picture
CHEESE! Now you get the picture
Not me but somebody will miss ya

[Chorus: Sample from "Wanksta" by 50 Cent, "Stunt 101" by G-Unit]
D-Damn homey, the fuck happened to you? (“50 Cent”)
Kids used to look up to you, what happened? (“Lloyd Banks”)
Damn homey, the-the fuck happened to you? (“50 Cent”)
Kids used to look up to you, what happened? (“Lloyd Banks”)

[Outro:]
Why you put the strain on me?
Uh! Yeah! They blind now I can see
Uh! Your intuition don’t work on me
Uh! I’m like yo!!!
Hey!! When you first got in the game
Everybody knew your style your name
Now you did a 360 and now you changed
Your career don’t poppin you to blame
Yeah! Uh!

ERICK SERMON feat. Lockness Monster – Typical Nigga

[Verse: Lockness Monster]
They like Lockness Monster man who that nigga?!
I’m the hot sixteen spittin new ass nigga
Hundred percent hip hop and I’m the truth ass nigga
And I go harder in the booth better than you ass nigga
Rap game fucked up a bunch of coon ass niggas
Dunkin Penderhughes I wanna be cool ass niggas
Tried to rhyme most days fam I boo at niggas
Then George Bush a motherfucker throw my shoe at niggas
Sick of these lames I ain’t got nothin to do ass niggas
What’s up dog? Awww man ain’t nothin new ass niggas
Dirty Timberland wahsed up dirty durag niggas
Strawberry Shortcake bunch of food ass niggas
Awww man can I do a song with you ass niggas?
Naw fam go find somethin else to do ass nigga
You old Wesley Snipes To Wong Foo ass nigga
Fake gangsta talkin ’bout who you ‘gon shoot at nigga
You ain’t built like that fam we knew that nigga
You Shaquille O’Neal can’t shoot ass nigga
I just started rappin straight up out the blue ass nigga
And started a record label in the crew ass nigga
Dumb ass retarded I ain’t got a clue ass nigga
Awww fam you talkin to me? YEAH YOU ASS NIGGA!
Sweet honey y’all, Winnie The Pooh ass niggas
Floatin up shit’s creek in the canoe ass nigga
Pork sausage eatin old swine flu ass niggas
Copycat monkey see, monkey do ass niggas
Bitin styles like I want to do it too ass niggas
And I want to do it just like you ass niggas
Always talkin ’bout your beef tofu ass niggas
Quick to fall for a chick Pepe Lepeu ass niggas
You a Facebook gangsta Youtube ass nigga
It ain’t my fault you can’t emcee that’s too bad nigga

[Outro: Lockness Monster]
This sound like some mu’fuckin…ten o’clock, Nick At Nite
Mu’fuckin Mash type shit, buy the blunt, then bottle of Hennessy
Get a ex pill that’s if you pop ex I don’t fuck with that shit
Get you some diezel or lemonade, you know what I’m sayin?!
Fuckin watchin, I Love Lucy and shit!
Niggas thinkin that I talk about some soft shit on this shit
But just had to, go in on you niggas real quick
In this bitch with Joe Blow and E-Low
Mu’fuckin studio god dammit! It’s Lockness Monster mu’fucker!!!
Chicago southside!!! You go to sleep to this shit
You know what I’m sayin it’s that mellow shit, don’t crash your whip mu’fucker!
Blind ass nigga you smoke too much nigga…HA HA HA HA!!!
YEAH! I’m out of this mu’fucker man!!! Nice and easy!!!

ERICK SERMON feat. Twon Gabz – Twon’s Theme

Yo! It’s Twon G! A bully on the loose! And that’s me!
And y’all too, Dinero, D-Money whattup?!
Huh Huh! Look!

[Verse: Twon Gabz]
I know a killa and he ain’t one
I’ll let reality show him, VH1
H1N1 sick I inflict pain
Like board of health injections in dicks
No homo, I’m well known no promo
Pretty boy kill the act, Boris Kodjoe
Huh! Let it knock door to door flow
Bully shit with a twist like cornrolls
With a kiss with a hiss, cobras
Niggas slide me in the middle like okra
Your flow fluffed like a pillow on a sofa
I’m heated for bread I’m the middle of the toaster
The negativity and doubt that you ran about
Huh! I cook in God’s kitchen he panned it out
Knock him out man it’s out from my hand to mouth
In the crowd y’all stand I’m standin out
Huh! I’m so numb like like a sore thumb
And what you sayin is borin nigga ho hum
Please! Kill it already
I’m like a mean vicodin fill it already
And what you talkin ’bout Willis still it’s all ‘fetti
Turn your lights out nigga Pendergrass Teddy
Foot in your ass heavy, like enimas
Then I’m a, video your ass like cinemas
Huh! I eat a lemon piss lemonade
And when you stayed prayed up you a renegade
Haters let you play your heart hit you with the spade
You talk tough to a lion ’til you in it’s cage
Now the curtains shut, you wanna work it out
With rednecks you worked them up, but pay the price now
And y’all runnin around three blind mice style
Well rhyme right now three blind mice style
I might spit a concept or I might style
This is real rap not a rap lifestyle
I’m like wow life’s foul, one day your here
The next you disappear David Blaine Show
In the hood it’s the same ol’ same ol’
Fights pressure build the blocks and volcano
Huh! Mortal Kombat, Caino
I done killed this bitch, Jane Doe!

ERICK SERMON feat. T.R.E – Tregram

Tre! T.R.E. nigga! Rough Drafts, Def Squad, murda nigga!
Doc City, D.C.P.G. mu’fucker what’s happenin?
You know who yuh ramp wit? Ha ha ha ha!
Wooooooo!!! I gotta stop smokin here I go though

[Verse: T.R.E.]
I’m makin heavy contributions to the crime rate
Million dollar dreams can’t explain my mindstate
Ain’t no two for fifteen man bring me mine straight
Wipin my fingerprints clean off the 38
When I die will I get to see the pearly gates?
Or will I suffer, for addin to the murder rates?
Mu’fucker I’m a true to life young gun!!!
Can’t remember all this shit that I done done!!!
All the older niggas used to call me son son
Let these mu’fuckers know where you come from
I smell food in the air, and I want some
Whoever dare try to stop me catch a dump dump
Collapsed lung tell the ambulance please come
Can’t do shit but stick a fork in him, he’s done
Wrap him up and whoever there back him up
Everyday I get drunk smoke a couple blunts
Fuck y’all soft niggas that only been in trouble once
You tryin to start sum’n, I’m a give you what you want
You Forrest Gump ass chump ass young punks
It’s 4th down mu’fucker, and you better punt!
I’m like whatever y’all, I give a double fuck, double glocks
Tough to get your double bucks
Jump out their like it’s double dutch and get your butt deleted
You succeeded in your trouble huh?
Perceive to get your bubble bust and I’m not talkin Bubble Yum you dumb or sum’n?!
Well is you? Nigga you must not know about the shit I’ve been through
My credentials, my business ventures
And all them residental areas where the businessmen carry pistols
Get high during business hours and rob you in business hours
Well did you? I know you didn’t if you did we wouldn’t have an issue
My niggas official can’t you tell?!
Well can you? And did I mention fuck police and politicians!
And all y’all bitch niggas snitchin can go to hell!
That being said I’m on a mission for this bread
Keep family fed If I got to shoot the head nigga then head
TRE represent this district niggas murdaland
All my dread partners down in St. Thomas whattup bredren?!
Murdagram Mr. D.C. murdaland man
Spot my target pull the hand cannon from my pants
Cock and pop it then I drop it in my pocket
Got ‘em leanin got ‘em rockin while I do the murdaman dance
Change of plans you won’t make it home tonight yo (NOPE)
That’s your ass go and walk towards the light yo (Yep)
Weatherman said it might rain bring your coat
You couldn’t predict these bullets blazin at your ass though (Nah)
‘Cause ain’t no umbrella fittin to start my gun better
Run young fella run young fella run! (RUN!!!)
But when I want ya I’m a come get ya
Let the doctor undress ya blood pressure droppin now he done (Now he done)
Got him a ray of guns Mr. blackmatic
I’m a pro hitter 357′s my battin average call the hole digger
No nigga ‘gon survive the fo’ when they flip
Wrap they ass up in white sheet and toe ribbon
Then send him home Merry Christmas (Tre you shouldn’t have)
Don’t even mention it he been knew he was gettin this
So I don’t know why he looked shocked when I showed up at his tenement
He had his death wish man I was just ‘gon fill him in
Death was eminent an unfortunate incident
Nobody snitches or I will be forced to kill again
(NO IT’S HIM AGAIN!) Many many men
Flyin out the mac milli milli mac millin ten that’s a wrap!
And this ain’t just Rap City, city say your prayers
‘Cause you ’bout to be lookin like Sponge Bob’s square pants
Shoot rounds and rounds like a square dance
Put you in the clouds with The Care Bears nigga!
Why you cryin there there what you mean play fair?
Take them tears, with you to hell and see if they care
(NOBODY CARE!) ‘Cause I don’t give a damn I don’t give a fuck!
And as bad as that sound I don’t give a fuck (Give a fuck!!!)

ERICK SERMON – Set It Off

This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown.
Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy.
Tri State Area. Long Island

[Verse 1:]
Ha ha, welcome radio land and others, my underground brothers is mad deep
like gutters
I bring it no matter what the situation, underwater, through fire
Across barded wire, what? I’m quick to Change Faces without R. Kelly
When you step on me you best be ready. I heats it up like house kitchen
When I’m bitchin’ with this redition, chill or you might catch an ass whippin’
There’s something wrong ha, I can’t go on, and commence
Tear the frame out an MC’s ass with the quickness, no forgiveness
This is the way E does buisness, one touch and I’ll weaken the average came to be rap star
By far by far, my entourage is Sugar Hill like Wesly Snipes
Def Squad is the main attraction for y’all everynight

[Hook:]
“I came through the door” – [Rakim]
And I set it off [x4]

[Verse 2:]
Dun da da, the E Double brings it full steam
Eyes are green, yeah, taken sucker niggas for they cream
I rock the mic, alright, with intentions to please and decapitate all gimmick MC’s
Yeah, I come action packed like a flick, and dismantle those duck MC’s that can’t handle
My sound goes through my musical speakers, beeotch, and flash a symbol like the Grym Reaper
To signify, gamma ray I display on wax is ridiculous, way out likt the crew on Star Trek
Yeah, I keep my style Black like Panthers, with women more fat than Samathas
Damn, this don’t make no F in’ sense, for me to be on top bigger than monuments
A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole
That got put into your soul

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3:]
For those that envy me and say I ain’t about nothing and everthing you see my names on something
Flawless, outlandish, unique complete, off the wall technique I develop without speech (woah)
On bended knee I could damage an MC, thourgholy
Yeah, yeah take him for his currency, remarkable, the black Superman in the sky
Flying through the air with green eyes

[Hook x4]

[Keith Murray talking outro:]
Yeah, yeah yeah, watch your back black. Don’t even step up, word is born.
L.O.D. is in here too you know what I’m sayin’?
Def Squad for life, PPP taking it everywhere, midwest, mideast, southwest, southwest, north, south,
east, west, northwest, northwest, south, north, south, everywhere I sets it off.
You know what I’m saying?
Paintin the boards, rippin’ the mic, rippin’ niggas anything you like word up set it of E D. Keith Murray in this piece.

ERICK SERMON feat. Twon Gabz – Look Out

Def Squad! Yo!

[Verse 1: Twon Gabz]
I see plots under disguises, lies under toned in the tone
Of another grown man like damn what the fuck he on?!
Child’s Play and like Chucky’s clone
Good fortune moved out his house, so his luck is gone
Frontin like nothin’s wrong, that’s who I’m lookin out for
Niggas grillin me like they livin and cookin outdoors
So I’m keepin my mouth closed and my eyes wide
Come at me get that beef pattie like five guys
Y’all cakes is soft flakes Raisin Brand
My phrase is make a man take a stand Doc Frankenstand
It’s the weirdest science, it’s clear defiance
Eat up the cats like lions, they fear alliance
Niggas look at the stars, wishin they had cars
But ain’t no genies in the bottle only cush in jars
They look at ours, and compare with there’s
Ballin out over here don’t meanin missin hairs
There grimey catch me if you find me
I walk with a rear view mirror to see behind me
That’s not paranoia that’s bein alert
It separates from bein alive to bein in dirt

[Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)]
Huh! You got that bread watch your back (“LOOK OUT!”)
Niggas, wish they had what you got (“LOOK OUT!”)
Wait! Hold up what’s that?! (“LOOK OUT!”)
Homey you better (“LOOK OUT!”) Don’t let ‘em catch you like (“AHHHHHHH!!!”)
Huh! You got that bread watch your back (“LOOK OUT!”)
Niggas, wish they had what you got (“LOOK OUT!”)
Wait! Hold up what’s that?! (“LOOK OUT!”)
Homey you better (“LOOK OUT!”) Don’t let ‘em catch you like (“AHHHHHHH!!!”)

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Huh! Everyday I wake up Twon it’s good news
I feel dynamite like I’m Tom or Cruise
OOOH! I do’s it (HOW COME?) The best could
Mr. International you see me on Westwood
London I’m there on a first class ticket
I’m a star, ’cause that’s how Beckett I kick it
The band and yeah, I’m runnin rapid
Access is granted so I’m takin advantage, damnit
Yeah! I’m underrated (Uh!)
I’m important like when life was created by God when he made it
Yeah! You a loser I am the future
Even though, I’m the past I’m the future
Still that producer, makin that Elroy Jetson (Uh Huh!)
The next shit, can’t you hear this perfection
Feel my aggression nigga
I’m hungry, great depression nigga
Twenty pounds gone I changed my whole figure
Jesus piece around your neck and you a killer
UMMM!!! Go figure
Yeah! You keep sayin you a gangsta?! Please!
You a saint, and doin you would be a Drew Brees

[Chorus: Twon Gabz (Sample)]
Huh! You got that bread watch your back (“LOOK OUT!”)
Niggas, wish they had what you got (“LOOK OUT!”)
Wait! Hold up what’s that?! (“LOOK OUT!”)
Homey you better (“LOOK OUT!”) Don’t let ‘em catch you like (“AHHHHHHH!!!”)
Huh! You got that bread watch your back (“LOOK OUT!”)
Niggas, wish they had what you got (“LOOK OUT!”)
Wait! Hold up what’s that?! (“LOOK OUT!”)
Homey you better (“LOOK OUT!”) Don’t let ‘em catch you like (“AHHHHHHH!!!”)

ERICK SERMON feat. Method Man, Redman – Look

Yeah! Erick Sermon! Uh! Method Man Uh! Uh!
Redman! Def Wu Uh! (Yeah! Yessir!) Huh!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Aiyyo! Aiyyo I am Hip Hop look through the lens (Lens)
My fitted cap got the gold sticker on the brim (Brim)
I look like a eight (Eight!) But I flow like a ten (Ten!)
The New Jack that got G-Money on a stem
I started in 9-2, back in the 2G
Funk Doc to Jamal How High the movie
Got new money (YEAH!) Got new clothes (Yeah!)
I look super bad I’m a get that fo’ sho’
Fo’ sho’ I’m a get that fo’ sho’ I got it
I crank up the bass in the car’s power outage
Mastered my paper I’ve been ‘Bout It ‘Bout It
Graduated the streets and dropped out of college
Bitch gimme knowledge, fuck study hall
You can say, I got my Phd in the car
A hood nigga, drink out peanut butter jars
Red and Meth, rockin the bells like Todd

[Chorus: Erick Sermon & Redman]
LET’S GO! LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!
LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!
You can hear what he’s sayin homey he said LET’S GO!
Ok we ain’t playin man I said LET’S GO!

[Method Man (Erick Sermon & Redman)]
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
(LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!)

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Yo! I’m like Selleck with the magnum, without the P.I.
This grown folk B.I. llama tucked in my Levi’s
This Killa Bee, keep a honey bee in the bee hive
The type that beat the seeds and bring you weed on B.I.
I’m on that Grand Hustle my dude shoutout to T.I.
The dope I’m tryna hustle is compliments of the green eye
E, let me bark on these youngins get in they heads
I was gettin pissy drunk when they still was pissin the bed
I can see why, they envy the swag ’cause Staten Island we
Empty the mag you wave an enemy flag around here
I got somethin to say, gimme the floor
Matter fact, Doc let’s cut to the chase, give me the swords
Time to Leatherface the game got niggas sayin my name
‘Til it taste like, shit in your mouth son, my goons snatch chains
Slap the shit out your dame clap them thangs
Blow these niggas out they frame and we out, ONE!!!

[Chorus: Erick Sermon & Redman]
LET’S GO! LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!
LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!
You can hear what he’s sayin homey he said LET’S GO!
Ok we ain’t playin man I said LET’S GO!

[Method Man (Erick Sermon & Redman)]
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
(LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!)

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]
Uh! Mike was the king of pop, I’m dangerous
I shoot the glock but I prefer the stainless
I ain’t even deep, that’s Red and Meth I came with (Uh!)
Red nor blue just them two I bang with
I keep pursuin this so don’t get angry
I’m unpredictable sometimes they call me Jamie (Baby!)
So when you see me comin be on your best behavior
‘Cause it’s too early for you to be meetin the savior
Just ’cause for that, here’s a favor (Uh!)
Fuck around with them young boys will Just Blaze ya, hater
You ain’t hardcore fuck it you a liar! (Word!)
That gangsta pass you had expired
Homes you a riot you crack me up
I know a cat with no response that will back me up
(SAY WHAT!!!!) I speak the truth like the bible
You never gonna make it like American Idol

[Chorus: Erick Sermon & Redman]
LET’S GO! LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!
LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!
You can hear what he’s sayin homey he said LET’S GO!
Ok we ain’t playin man I said LET’S GO!

[Method Man (Erick Sermon & Redman)]
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
This shit bump like a body in the trunk (LOOK!!!)
(LET’S GO LET’S GO LET’S GO!!!)

ERICK SERMON feat. Twon Gabz – Lil Nikki

Heh Ha Ha! Yeah! Yeah we here! (Fo’ sho’)
Huh! Twon G! (Erick Sermon)
Whattup?! (Chillin!) I know I am (True!)
Look at her E! (I see her!)
Owwwwww!!!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Uh! I’m in the spot somewhere in the city (Yeah)
Hey Lil Nikki come Minaj with me
No disrespect hun that there’s a metaphor (Uh Huh!)
If you ain’t wanna talk to her why you get her for?!
All that ass there got you all twisted
She walked passed here before but you missed it
Struttin so hard but I dissed it, watched it work (Yeah!)
She come back but ’cause I resisted, church!
Speak! Hair color like red, blue, green, blonde (Uh Huh!)
Implants got the ass comin out the thong
DJ playin my favorite song
Go stupid, Ass Ass by Big Sean (Owww!!!)
Nothin new I’m doin me a true believer
Make her laugh, spend no Cash, Money neither (NAH!!!)
Speak the ill shit to her like a poem (Huh!)
Stupid nigga spittin game to her tried hoe her (Stupid!)
Sidebar that scene last night
Me and Nas, Rakim, up in Queens last night (OHHHHH!!!)
Back to her, baby is mean shit!!!
Crazy, Cee-Lo Green shit, you’ve seen this

[Chorus]
Lil Nikki! Girl you so fine you need to get with me
And I seen no time to give you explicit
Girl your one of a kind so let’s go get lifted
Is you with me, can you see what I see?
Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah!

[Verse 2: Twon Gabz]
BDP said, the girls look so good but there brain’s out
Somethin like a body dress but her brain’s…not
Huh! So that means it’s not ready yet
I bet that’s the reason she not married yet
She ain’t no time spent you can’t make back
Chasin dudes she think made that a Maybach
She let ‘em hit her yeah hit her not Hitler like Adolph
Ponzi schemed her then Madoff
Huh! I’m tryin to cuff her like an in scene
No sleep then stroke deep like a swim team
She worth more then what all the ballers got
Why she sellin herself short like a pawn shop
I had to let her know what her value was
A Diamond, a zirconium is what she thought she was
She been through alot said her life was hard
Told her that only mean to pray twice as hard
Took her life, gave her new lease on it
Took her ring finger put a piece on it
Hoodrats drink Crown Royal and bust down
But you my queen now so you where a royal crown…..Nikki

[Chorus]
Lil Nikki! Girl you so fine you need to get with me
And I seen no time to give you explicit
Girl your one of a kind so let’s go get lifted
Is you with me, can you see what I see?
Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah! Oh! Yeah!

ERICK SERMON feat. Khari, Sy Scott – Like Me

[Sy Scott]
You can’t rap like me
Uhh, Sy Scott, Def Squad (yeah)
Listen, ain’t playin no games man
Yeah, whattup

Give or receive, and give or take, I’m an Indian giver
I take back what’s given to the getter from the giver
Nigga give way, give up, you never get a glimpse
of the Glimmer Man, glimmer glitter when I trek your body shiver
Rhythm I’m rippin whatever I can get a grip of
Just to get a giggle, this literature’s ishkabibble
And damn, dun-duh dun-duh dun-duh, the shark is in the weater
Dun-duh dun-duh dun-duh got him right where I want him
Now I’ma get him, Scott crack legbones like a wishbone
Snap your nosebone witcha chinbone
Break your legs and snap your shinbone
Put your skullbone jawbone right next to your gall stones
’til y’all all know
I got the hypothalamus of a hippopotamus
Squashin the retardapuss when [?] rush
Too good to be true like fairy tales come true again
You wish you was me but woke up and you was you again

[Chorus]
Sy Scott, you can’t rap like me
You can’t murder a rhyme or kill a track like me
You can’t, bust aim or hold a gat like me
Flow hundred percent, you can’t rap like me, nah

[Erick Sermon]
This here’s somethin stupid for the eardrum
You wanna hear somethin slick son, here it come
You can ask Dr. Phil, I’m ill
I’ma kill you, then kill them, then “Kill Bill”
Yeah – word to Vivica, I hemorrhage a pile
Drop the temperature, ’til the coroner start zippin ya
B-ball player, I shoot from the perimeter
Two shot, three shot, all into ya
On mics I does my thing
Agua, I flow like Poland Spring
Not from Maine, I’m from New York mayne
I’m the Bandit, in the black Maybach in transit
300 pound nigga, hold weight, stop – hold, wait
E-Dub the great there’s no mitake, yeah
The untakeable, unshakeable, you uncapable
I’m Bruce Willis, I’m “Unbreakable” – uh-huh
You can’t replace the unplaceable
You can’t face off, with the unfaceable
Even the matador can’t face the bull
I’m the raging bull, you wanna shoot, pull

[Chorus]
E, you can’t rap like me
The boy with the slow flow you can’t rap like me
Bang bang, you can’t shoot a gat like me
My Squad is Def, and you can’t rap like Khari

[Khari]
I throw three like Bobby Jackson, at ‘em
I’m O.G. like Bobby Johnson, stomp ‘em
Hold G like Bumpy Jonson, on ‘em
Read flip and beat kids like Joe Jackson
My flow jackin, clack clack, I’m sharp like the claws
of Hugh Jack’, with hands packin, make you an ex-man
Time for some action, and matter of fact
Go exercise or be ordained to explore pain
And explain, why you puttin extras on
In this excess I throw a hex through your headset
Settle down ‘fore I set it off on the set
Let’s say Santiago is the best you heard yet (yep)
I know, my flow, oh my God, get so, heated
that MC’s stay away like I got heebie jeebies
Ask G’s if I G, hit the G spot on your queen
Kings get they heart or crown ripped apart now

[Chorus]
Yeah, you can’t rap like me
You snap back, get back, smack a wack MC
Santiago, you ain’t got the stats like me
To get busy and tap dance on tracks like me

ERICK SERMON feat. 50 Cent, Keith Murray – Headgames

Make-Make-Make ‘em-Make ‘em clap to this!

[Erick Sermon (*Sample) (**50 Cent) (***Sample from "Eric B For President" by Eric B & Rakim):]
Yeah! (**Yeah!) (*I got to talk I gotta tell what I feel)
(**Erick Sermon!) Uh Huh! No doubt! (**That’s it! Def Squad nigga! 50 Cent nigga! What What nigga!)
All these chicks they think so fine, playin them head games all the time
When they talk pay them no mind (***Make-Make-Make ‘em-Make ‘em clap to this!)

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon (*50 Cent)]
Yeah! Let me break somethin down, homegirl she approach son (*UH HUH!)
She’s world renowned around town
I’ve seen that face before best believe
You lost a couple of pounds changed your hairweave
And now you got that Mary J. Blige look jumpin off
Bitch you ain’t famous whatever your name is
You might have been in V.I.P. maybe
But you ain’t even a ball player and tryin to game me (*UH HUH!)
Huh! I’ve seen you hoppin out that truck
Yep you came there with them but you left there with him
Maybe ’cause the 6 it did have bigger rims
So you could jump it off with Cheeks and Lil’ Kim
But for real girl (Why are you flirtin?)
You ain’t fam, you’s a fan (*UH HUH!)
As for me I know, that’s I’m relayin
Sayin I ain’t playin I ain’t payin so get the steppin HOE!!!!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy (So crazy……So Crazy)
First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy

[Verse 2: Keith Murray (50 Cent) (*Erick Sermon)]
Aiyyo I was uptown, doin what I do
Fresh to death fresh cut you know me bein beautiful (UH HUH!)
Posted up with my nigga Funk Doctor
We blew blockers T and they fly bird watchers
Then my man tapped me on my shoulders like yo
(*Aiyyo isn’t that homegirl from that Summerjam show?)
And you know me I come with somethin fly to say
WHATTUP BITCH!!!! I mean that in a good way
She twisted up her face and then smiled
I said don’t play me like a herb from the suburb ’cause I’m from Strong Isl
Frontin in your lil’ benz with your lil’ rims
Actin high post for your lil’ stank friends
She said Murray you cute but your too hardcore
I’m thinkin yeah she could probably suck a nickel through a straw
Then guess who I saw later on that night B?
(*Don’t tell me?) And the filatio was crazy

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy (So crazy……So Crazy)
First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy

[Bridge: Erick Sermon (Sample from "Eric B For President" by Eric B & Rakim):]
All these chicks they think so fine, playin them head games all the time
When they talk pay them no mind (Make-Make-Make ‘em-Make ‘em clap to this!)

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]
Uh Huh! Yeah! The buck stops right here, so go figure
Trick, ain’t nothin changed since Golddigger
You had your chance but now it’s the fourth quarter
You had one shot but that got locked
And…game’s over, just like that
You was hot girl two years back
Like Big Pun said, go that way!
Smiley face, have a nice day see ya!!!!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy (So crazy……So Crazy)
First they didn’t like me, now they let me hit it up
Shorty is a pro son, she know how to get it up
You ain’t gotta keep it on the low son her head game’s crazy, crazy, crazy

[Outro: 50 Cent]
E. Sermon Def Squad nigga!!! Bop to that!

ERICK SERMON feat. Ryze, Twon Gabz – Fix Your Face

‘Fore the game you say I lost
When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed
Uh! Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off
And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off
‘Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face

[Verse 1: Twon Gabz]
They say Twon will never make it no way (No way)
‘Cause all I did back in the day was push yay (Yay)
Now I’m writin out my own screenplay
Scored by Erick Sermon he the east coast Dre (Sermon!)
Hey! (Hey!) I came from nothin never had alot (Never had alot)
Was at the bottom so long ain’t know it had a top (Uh uh)
Just a young Geto Boy who used to Rap-A-Lot (Rap-A-Lot)
Dreamin to workin my number like combination locks (Yeah!)
Peg dead by twenty one at the age of six (Six)
Lookin back I made it bitch with no eight to six (Nah)
I say Allah U Akbar ’cause I prayed and wished (Allah U Akbar)
That my music could get leaked like takin a piss
They say prom queen qill never let me have none
Yeah right! Nigga where you think she got that gap from?!
Told me Twon G. you got bad management
Whatever! But somehow I still manage to win

[Chorus: Twon Gabz]
‘Fore the game you say I lost
When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed
Uh! Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off
And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off
‘Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Huh! Erick Sermon, I’m what you call a icon
You a big snake nigga like a python
‘Cause that shit they doin you could find, in a app
Download it, I bet you it could show you how to rap (Uh huh!)
And tell you when you write lines make sure you rhyme back
Make sure you keep it fiction ’cause nobody want that (NAH!!!)
Keep your pants hangin low, with a baseball cap
With a fat gold chain and a body full of tatts (Uh!)
Make sure you keep a bitch with a ass that’s fat
Oh yeah, sell drugs too, and pump ‘em out the trap
Oh yeah, you talkin money make sure you talk stacks (Uh!)
They ask if you have a gun say hell yeah I’m strapped!
How is that, that you need all that to make it?
Twenty one years I’m here so sad ain’t it?
If Bango was alive this picture he couldn’t paint it
If Slum V was here with D they couldn’t Taint it
My career is so Yeah, Usher motherfucker!!!
Top ten you pick a number don’t care, no fair
I did all of that twenty times over
Been there, done that, when you was in the stroller

[Interlude: Excerpt from Menace II Society]
You actin like a little bitch right now nigga!
Man fuck that I ain’t lettin that shit ride!
We ‘gon go ahead smoke all these motherfuckers
I don’t care who the fuck out there! God damnit! Is you down nigga?!

[Chorus: Twon Gabz]
‘Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face

[Verse 3: Ryze]
Pops told me play my cards I shuffled my deck
Yeah you niggas on the team but ain’t gettin no reps
Been that N.Y.G. you was ridin for Rex
Hoes call me King Tut all this gold on my neck
I roll with the best, no Ace Hood or no Khaled
Took a trip out to Rome, just for a Caesar salad
All you do is talk shit, what I say is valid
Rise, I’m on my Grizzlie like Tony Allen
When I was sixteen I went to Universal
They passed up now I’m goin in, no curfew
Big bad or purple, mixed with a little turtle
Pop a bottle watch it come around full circle
Uh! They used to play me now I’m in they playlist
Keep my head to the sky and my feet on the pavement
Uh! Thankin Diddy for them cases
Prince of my city I’m symbolizin we made it nigga!

[Chorus: Twon Gabz]
‘Fore the game you say I lost
When I won you look crazy with your eyes crossed
Uh! Here’s a towel to wipe your brow off
And while you at it wipe your nose and your mouth off
‘Cause I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, it’s on your face
I’m a throw it in your face nigga, it’s in your face
Now you got it on your face nigga, go fix your face

ERICK SERMON feat. Sheek Louch – Dodge This

Aiyyo Erick Sermon bring that in son!
Yeah! Ha Ha Ha! Yeah! D-BLOCK!!! No doubt!
Don Don! Yeah! E Double what it do family?! (Yo whattup?)
You know I’m a fan right? (Same here my dude)
Yeah, aight then, that’s you let’s get it son……AHHHHHH!!!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
I bring the rapture like Blondie
If Hip Hop is dead then what am I a zombie?
Got media terrorist tryin to bomb me
Serm, cut, follow thee like Gandhi
From Zune to i-tunes I’m bein heard (Yep)
Erick Sermon got shut down never occurred (Ummm Ummm)
I’m still in the limelight, still bein seen
Hoppin out my coupe so I still got cream
Still got green, still got steam
I’m hot (UH!) Even if they sayin I’m not
Y’all exist because of me (Yep) I stand out
Like a double d breast yet lately I’m so crazy
Seventeen with a Mercedes, all black
Ragtop, the color of Spot ya think not?
That was sixteen years ago, dubbed untimely
Got 1.6 when Def Jam signed me
Go ‘head rewind me, backtrack what I said (UMMM!!)
I’m from the era of Lee jeans and Pro Keds (OWWWWWWWW!!!!!!)
E Dub I’m hot like sauna
I’m the flyest MC in my genre
I must warn ya, word from Wallace (UMMM!!!)
Blame niggas steppin to me get demolished
Sheek and I got good Grammer, Kelsey
Ain’t nobody comin hard lately, Chelsea

[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
Let me see if y’all can (Dodge this) If we will bring it man well then you can (Dodge this)
Lyrically gunfire whenever can ya (Dodge this) I’m a say it one more time, can ya (Dodge this)

[Interlude: Sheek Louch]
SHEEK LOUCH!!! Don Don!Yeah! Aight then!
I’m goin in my G, let’s go, yeah!

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo bullets out the wound a nigga poppin at you fags (YEAH!)
Pounds of that sour you could smell it through the bags (SMELL THIS!)
I don’t bang but my niggas holdin up them flags (WHATTUP!)
Coupes comin like, King’s colors with the mag (AH!!!!)
No clientele, you don’t ring no bells (UH UH!)
I’m 9-1-4 I’m more than Pete and C.L. (Y-O!!!)
My album ‘gon move without no retail
Bonds is cocaine don’t cut fishscale
Donnie, call me Don Don silver beat Bobby Baclin
Yeah! Niggas don’t know how to act
When I come through that block (Yeah!) Two door drop (Yeah!)
Hat to the side (Uh Huh!) Lookin like my pops (AIGHT!!!!)
Lump under my shirt, lookin like the glock (I got that!)
I take my shirt off, lookin like The Rock (HA HA!)
Anuthing I get on you know it’s ‘gon knock (YEAH!)
Sheek Louch and E Dub bitch D-Block!!!!

[Chorus: Erick Sermon]
Let me see if y’all can (Dodge this) If you real playboy maybe you can (Dodge this)
Lyrically gunfire wherever can ya (Dodge this) I’m a say it one more time, can ya (Dodge this)

[Outro (Erick Sermon):]
Dodge this…..Dodge this….(Can ya) Dodge this……..

ERICK SERMON feat. Daz Dillinger – Commander And Chief

Check one, two, uh uh eh eh eh ah ah ah ah ah yeah! (A One two one two)
Uh uh! (A one two one two) California! Yeah! Uh!
E! E Dub! Dogg Pound! (DPG!) Uh Huh!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Yo! I’m in the zone tonight with no special guest and…
In the recession the E’s progressin
Eye candy stay in my session
So when I write, I’m cool, with no regression
I’m focused now almost restin
‘Cause, I do it in my sleep caressin
The beat’s like it’s a chick, from Straight Stuntin (SLAY!!!)
Give it to her hardcore like it’s nothin!
Uh! I Roc like Charles Dutton (Uh Huh!)
And I call the shots, then I push the buttons
So when it comes to war, I nuke ‘em
You know you done fucked up right! Bill Duke ‘em
You can, do what I say or lay like carpet
The New York area I ran that market (Uh Huh!)
Flush the whole decade I ran like faucet
Or weight, like The Biggest Loser, you lost it

[Chorus: Daz]
You can see me in the flyest thing that I think is
It’s brown guess what my drink is?!
Chicks catchin Vapors but I ain’t Biz
I’m the commander, chief with the answer

[Erick Sermon]
I advise y’all to be like we, if you wanna become a success like we
All up in your prime stay fresh like we
Watch what I’m doin I did this before

[Verse 2: Daz]
I pull up at the G spot (VROOM VROOM!!!) My sound boomin
And I’m West Coast upped!!!! That’s what I’m doin
And I do it the most, won’t stop won’t quit
You know how us gangstas do it yeah BANG THAT SHIT!!!
Ha Ha! Get your walk on do that dance (J!!)
Get your boogie on get in a stance
Drink spillin, 808 hittin nobody shootin and killin
‘Cause everybody ’round here be chillin
(Now what we gonna do?) Get your party on
All night long (From two until the break of dawn)
BOUNCE! Put your motherfuckin hands up
HOMEBOY! If your hatin shut the fuck up!
Low low ragtop, drive coupes and fly shit
Black tie party and I’m comin with a bad bitch
Weed blowin so the party ain’t over
We do this shit all night ’til six in the mornin!!!

[Chorus: Daz]
You can see me in the flyest thing that I think is
It’s brown guess what my drink is?!
Chicks catchin Vapors but I ain’t Biz
I’m the commander, chief with the answer

[Erick Sermon]
I advise y’all to be like we, if you wanna become a success like we
All up in your prime stay fresh like we
Watch what I’m doin I did this for before

ERICK SERMON feat. KRS-One – Clout

S! Sermon! Blastmaster! (YO!)

[Verse 1: KRS-One (Erick Sermon)]
I look like an emcee, talk like an emcee
Walk like an emcee New York type of emcee
Pockets never empty rockets, plenty
You already forget them but you ain’t forget me
Clubs I rock many, in fact, any
That shit talk they talkin could never affend me
I worked for mine, even got jerked for mine
Back in ’89 I used to work the nine
But it led to crime and too many cats doin time
If you into that fine but I’m not I rhyme
You know, you cats runnin from the law too much
That means you either got greedy or you saw too much
You know the streets like the back of your hand
Back of your palm the problem is the cash in your palm
I do what I have to do, you laugh at me I laugh at you
You after me I’m after you
You not passin me I’m passin you
You not askin me I’m askin you
You not blastin me man I’m blastin you
Blastin through, got the whole senior class graspin you
Ask your crew, who commands more street soldiers than the Blastmaster do
I’m the last to the true, now who you?!
Some sensitive new jack awww come here boo boo!
This type of emceein you might not be use to I’ll bruise you (YEAH!)
Get under your skin like tattoos do
This God, you don’t choose me I choose you
My vocabulary will confuse you (Tell ‘em)
Like the news do, my Benz is new too
I be on padded cells like I’m coo coo (UH!)
Callin up my nation which is Zulu
NOW WHO YOU?!!

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
I’m Sermon yes your determined (UH HUH!)
I’m the best and no need contestin Sermon confirmin you
Mark Furman lyin, stop sighin
Before you end up in Zion, stop cryin
You dyin nigga, you a hoe
Hit the flo’ when I blast the trigga
E Dub not Nas but I’m a nasty nigga
The type that leave ya floatin in the Hudson River, I’ll deliver
Like take out food direct to your door step
You ain’t seen no types of hardcore yet (No!)
You ain’t, shot the five or the four yet (No!)
You ain’t sliced from the ear to the jaw yet
What you doin right there that’s fag (That’s fag!)
And you claimin to havin all this swag
Swag don’t rhyme (Uh huh)
Swag don’t get you in the hall of fame or fap, at least not mine
Swag don’t shine them diamonds
Blindin the fact that you wack, and shouldn’t be rhymin
It’s bad timin for you newcomer
You ain’t me motherfucker! You hot for the summer!
You like Joe Plumber gettin stopped by Barack
Tryin to dominate the spot, and end up shot
Then it’s, slow singin and flower bringin
Cell phone ringin 9-1-1 for closure it’s over

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (KRS-One)]
C to the L to the O-U-T
He’s Blastmaster KRS-One I’m E (YO!)
Dub got clout (Blastmnaster) that’s clout
E Dub got clout (Blastmaster) that’s clout

ERICK SERMON feat. Jimmy Hendrix – A Way Out

Ummm! Ummm! Yes! Ummm!
Uh huh! Ummm! There must be a way uh!
Ah! Yeah! There gotta ne a way uh!

[Chorus: Jimmy Hendrix]
There must be some kind of way outta here (Find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Hmmm!)

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon {Jimmy Hendrix}]
Ha! Damn! My heart is goin bad (Uh huh!)
Gotta get home ’cause my kids need dad
Got me on Worldstar now I’m on Vlad (UH!)
Media throwin me in the Pitt like Brad
Can’t get mad, it works both ways
So I’m sad plus glad, forgot what I had (HA!)
Rad, white boys definition of cool
Me behind the 8ball defintion for pool
Rick Ross seizure Heavy D the breather
Now I’m all hooked up monitor with the beeper
IV’s in me (UH HUH!) Arm lookin like a heroin addict
Can you feel me Jimmy? {Here}
People in prayer on my Facebook and Twitter (HUH!)
Post fam like, don’t you leave me nigga!
Are you in Paris ’cause this shit’s crazy
Thank God and the sun that saved me

[Chorus: Jimmy Hendrix (Erick Sermon)]
There must be some kind of way outta here (I’m gonna find it yeah I’m gonna find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Yeah I’m goin this way!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (I’m gonna find it yeah I’m gonna find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Oh yeah I’m goin that way!)

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Yeah! I’m blessed ’cause I made it (HUH!)
Now everybody comin at the E now I hate it (YEAH!)
It’s not their fault it’s the messed I created
It’s time to get the fake and the real separated
This almost killed me, so called fame (AH!)
Seein me in the picture date under my name
Shame I live life for everyone but me
The money I worked for they gettin it free
Sayin they love me to death and all that
Sayin I look good lean though I’m fat
Who the hell are these people?! (HUH!) I don’t even fit here
Who’s bathroom is this man?! I don’t even sit here
Never try to red light me try to scheme
But I was good to go that’s why my eyes green
So I’m a get in my new Coupe and rive
And Sway back and forth, Shade 45

[Chorus: Jimmy Hendrix (Erick Sermon)]
There must be some kind of way outta here (I’m gonna find it yeah I’m gonna find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Yeah I’m goin this way!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (I’m gonna find it yeah I’m gonna find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Oh yeah I’m goin that way!)

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]
Yeah! I heard what you said man
I was almost underground like a dead man
And now I’m writin down sentences, but I could have been where Jimmy Hendrix is
I’m a fighter, somethin like Rocky Balboa
Built this architect and I don’t need Noah (Uh HUH!)
Chick callin my name and I don’t even know her
But if she want to get to know me now let me show her
Erick! I come from the era of the golden (RHYMES!)
This DMC crown I’m holdin
JMJ helped my group in a big way (UH HUH!)
I wished I could tell him now thanks for my DJ
A few friends I don’t speak to often
Some on their high horses came down off them
Just to show me homey that they care
And there’s a way out, and I’m gettin the fuck outta here!!!! Yeah!

[Chorus: Jimmy Hendrix (Erick Sermon)]
There must be some kind of way outta here (I’m gonna find it yeah I’m gonna find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Yeah I’m goin this way!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (I’m gonna find it yeah I’m gonna find it!)
There must be some kind of way outta here (Oh yeah I’m goin that way!)

ERICK SERMON – Ain’t Me

Check one, two, ummm…yeah…huh…yeah..huh
Yeah! Long Island! Huh! Listen!

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Yeah! I be gettin looks and such when I be walkin
Able to bag any chick, when I start talkin
Even white boys be sayin yo E’s awesome
Yeah I got jewels but no need to floss ‘em
And I got friends got no need to cross ‘em
Or Rick Ross ‘em that means to boss ‘em
I love the world so I take flights often
And I’m goin anywhere don’t matter what the cost and…
My life’s a movie, you tryin to make one (HUH!)
Up in the club with Bus shootin the fake one
No director, but you got extras
Chick define textures, all up in your sectors
‘Cause sure you ain’t fly, but that’s what I be lookin at
My boy was in the spot, where your chain got tooken at
Live from the streets ain’t no need to C-Span
The most respected, remember you ain’t me man

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Sample from "Don't Look Any Further")]
When I walk in the place they like (OH!) Flash my cash the girls be like (AHHHHH!!!!)
‘Cause I be doin it (WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL!)
I’m a tell you one time, remember you ain’t me man
‘Cause you don’t cash them checks, you can’t look this fresh
Mostly in 550 you don’t fly this jet
E’vrything brand new you ain’t seen this yet
I’m a say it one time, remember you ain’t me man

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
I’m on top of the game no tops on the car
Low top Louis untied no socks
On top of your bitch, she holla off top
Dope top of the line see the shine on the top
Hundred chickens in the kitchen I’m addicted to the (Smell!)
Every hundred thousand digits boy stop it (Inhale!)
Big Coupes in the front (Front!) The boats in the back (Back)
Pool on the roof (What!) Smokin anthrax
Money don’t stop (Stop!) Gunners on lock (Lock!)
The range for the cops so your woman gettin shot (OWWWWW!!!!)
Nobody move and nobody gettin murdered
I talk big money ’cause that boy gettin word
Money come in bags (Bags!) Count it on the floor
‘Til we take it to the club and we pourin on a hoe
And they bring it back to me they know that daddy love his dough
Get the powder up their nose they know that daddy got a load

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Sample from "Don't Look Any Further" by Dennis Edwards & Siedah Garrett)]
When I walk in the place they like (OH!) Flash my cash the girls be like (AHHHHH!!!!)
‘Cause I be doin it (WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL!)
I’m a tell you one time, remember you ain’t me man
‘Cause you don’t cash them checks, you can’t look this fresh
Mostly in 550 you don’t fly this jet
E’vrything brand new you ain’t seen this yet
I’m a say it one time, remember you ain’t me man

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon:]
Enough with that now, back to the feature
No campaign or change for this speaker
Yes I can I’m a do it ’til I’m older
Somewhere around 50, MJ or Oprah
Russell Simmons, Madonna, Chuck D or Bono
Fly motherfucker and they don’t ask condos
Somewhere up in midtown, up in Times Square
When nobody around but me and that there (HUH!)
It could be a maid (Yeah!) It could be a butler (YES!)
It could be a chick (HUH!) She could be a hustler
I’m somethin like Larry, Flint but tougher
No wheelchair, it’s a Leer Jet plusher
All haters suffer, that’s me sayin that
Don’t make a mistake man ’cause I ain’t okayin that
Way before Wayne you could bet, I was stayin strapped
Now I’m up in Ceaser, craps where I’m playin at

[Chorus: Erick Sermon (Sample from "Don't Look Any Further" by Dennis Edwards & Siedah Garrett)]
When I walk in the place they like (OH!) Flash my cash the girls be like (AHHHHH!!!!)
‘Cause I be doin it (WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL! WELL!)
I’m a tell you one time, remember you ain’t me man
‘Cause you don’t cash them checks, you can’t look this fresh
Mostly in 550 you don’t fly this jet
E’vrything brand new you ain’t seen this yet
I’m a say it one time, remember you ain’t me man

ERICK SERMON feat. Sam-bo – Talk This

Yeah! Uh! Uh! Erick Sermon! Uh! Hmmm!
Sam-bo! A.T.L.! New Yeezy! Uh!

[Verse 1: Sam-bo]
Testing testing one, two, three
Chase a bitch, bitches run, to, me
Get strong money and it’s funds, to, we
Got so many hustlers but I’m one, to, see
I get get it I got it I make it happen
Not a rap chp get every dollar I made of trappin
Call me major or captain, his mama made a Jackson
Huh, why? ’cause this is Thriller or sum’n
Big bat, big gat, like a killer or sum’n
Bulletproof the ride like a armadillo or sum’n
White square the same size as a pillow or sum’n
And hollow tips a eat your face like a pickle or sum’n
Uh! I’m not one to be fucked wit
‘specially if it’s involvin me duggin
Construction worker and I only work wit tough bricks
Got the dutch lit fuck around and get hit up quick

[Chorus: Sam-bo]
You could walk the way I walk, move the way I move
Talk the way I talk do the thangs that I do
But you still not me! You still not me!
Could have a whole ‘lot of this, a whole ‘lot of that
Wit a whole ‘lot of bricks and a whole ‘lot of stacks
But you still not me! You still not me!
No! No! No!

[Verse 2: Sam-bo]
Testing testing one, two, one
Sound easy just one with two, guns
Chase who I’m not the one, to, run
Now take that back I like to run, through, funds
I keep stackin and stackin until I can’t stack
Tryin to be Sam-b but trust me you ain’t that
You think she know when over here bitch you stank that
I must be lost could you tell me where the bank at?!
All american oh me top three
And you can keep them things dog we got d
Product P’s on dog you ain’t got these
And all these karats on well best believe we got cheese
Uh! And you don’t turn the heads we turnin
Uh! And you don’t burn the bread we burnin
Uh! Just say I state of head E. Sermon
The new green eyed bandit no E. Sermon

[Chorus: Sam-bo]
You could walk the way I walk, move the way I move
Talk the way I talk do the thangs that I do
But you still not me! You still not me!
Could have a whole ‘lot of this, a whole ‘lot of that
Wit a whole ‘lot of bricks and a whole ‘lot of stacks
But you still not me! You still not me!
No! No! No!

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon]
Testing testing one, two, three
Don’t follow no one people fol-low, me
Get long money I’m a real, o-g
So many rappers but no one, like, E
I don’t stop for nothin I get the steppin
Anybody checkin my cash flow, cease the weapon
Some callin me legend, I’m sum’n like a blessin
Wonder, why, I’m like Stevie or sum’n
Big gat, stay strapped like I’m Weezy or sum’n
Thank God, go hard, like I’m Jeezy or sum’n
People watch me, like, I’m a T.V. or sum’n
They copy my style like they wanna be me or sum’n
Yes! Uh! You don’t turn the heads we turnin
Uh! And you don’t burn the bread we burnin
Pockets fat, we call it Sherman
It’s the green eyed bandit, E. Sermon

[Chorus: Sam-bo]
You could walk the way I walk, move the way I move
Talk the way I talk do the thangs that I do
But you still not me! You still not me!
Could have a whole ‘lot of this, a whole ‘lot of that
Wit a whole ‘lot of bricks and a whole ‘lot of stacks
But you still not me! You still not me!
No! No! No!