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[Erick Onasis]Whoo! Uhh, ah ah, ayahhh, ahh ahh ahhAnd you don`t stop, ahh ahh, word is bond, word is bondNow introducin the sound from the ghettoE Double and Too $hort, what the fuck you thought?I come with the ruckus, It`s My Thing when I swingI`m Born to Mack, always strapped, with the black gatWho out there I swear boy wanna get touchedRoll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCKI talk the talk, walk the walk, now niggaFive hundred S drivin with hand on triggerCrazy Lestat, check my track recordEverything I touch is gold since eighteen years oldSo what that mean? I rolled the blunt and puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minuteCrazy holy doctor holdin me cuz I be rockin BSewin up like Monopoly, nobody`s stoppin meDig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how`s that?I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sackWho said the E can`t rock? That`s bullshitSuck my dick and get a big fat lick of my ballsYou wanna brawl? Punk I thought notYou might get beat down and stomped like SasquatchYour girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck herPsych, I already stuck herHuh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell upHere`s an icepack - homeboy shut the hell upI rock the mic with Too $hort, y`all niggaz know what`s happeninEverything he touch goes platinumEyeeaaaah![Too $hort]I made a half a million in a weekAnd every nigga on the street got a tape playin meYou can`t believe it? Erick Sermon, rollin with $hortRolled from California all the way to New Yorkin big Benzes, G hooked it upNow we trying to squash all that East/West stuffWe spent years in the studio makin funky tracksSigned a bunch of niggaz with some tight ass rapsIt`s like Father Dom, it`s like Keith MurrayMakin millionaires but it ain`t no hurrycause we all in it for the long runI won`t leave the studio until a song`s doneAnd ain`t nuthin really hard about gettin my cashA big fat house with a million stashedYou other niggaz got this rap game distortedGivin DAT`s to the label, straight gettin shortedClaim you gettin paid, but I can`t tellYou keep rappin in my ear and got me mad as hellYou talk a good game but I don`t believe in youYou smoked a lotta blunts but I got mo` weed than youI guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhileAnother face in the crowd bustin freestylesWishin you could be in the lightPromoters pay me ten G`s just to breathe on the micBitch! $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double[Erick Onasis]Shhhhh! You remind me of my fat gold chainSome of y`all are just small changeBe a boss with true true gameYeah yeahDig this y`all, my Music is DangerousAtomic Dog, coming through the smog with $hort DawgAhhh! Quick with the trig Jack be nimbleI shoot like G Mob goes liftin through my windowChik chik pow! How you like me now?The man in the mirror it don`t get no clearer$hort Dawg, the E Double, and Breed we roll thickLike girls in C.A.U. with the good power-UOwww! Money is the key to fameSo I can live it up with the girls on Soul TrainThe impact, major league dough like Dave JusticeYo Breed, $hort Dawg, show em how we bust this[Too $hort]Like some true pioneers, don`t forget it some nigga

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