[LL Cool J]
Uhh, uhh.. yeah
See I know how to get down, word up
It`s so hot it`s, LL`s version of the East coast chronic
Smoke `til your lungs collapse
You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L came back
Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall
holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it
Show me a nigga who can do like I do
Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too
Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new
I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh?
Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals
Tried to throw salt on my name, shit`s political
The baddest man on the planet
So ill when I`m spittin niggaz take it for granted
Cram to understand it, I`ll switch and write it lefthanded
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded
Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot
I don`t think she really hot, your career is a fluke
I`m the best MC to ever touch the pen
Take a look at what I`m doin it will not be done again
As sure I am the descendant of former slaves
I`ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves
Make `em confess - LL`s the most rugged
God, and no man`s above it, gotta love it
[Chorus: LL, Erick]
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about
MI - you ain`t goin - FA
L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about
MI - you ain`t goin - FA
E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)
[Erick Sermon]
Uhh, E Dub on the microphone
Droppin bombs - spots get blown
So why would you assume my style wouldn`t bloom
When I rap, wack MC`s vacate the room
Cause they suck, and that`s how I feel
I`ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal
Then wrap `round his neck yo` reel to reel
So next time he know, how the real feel
Get loose and wrap hand `round the steel
Leave you in the truck, wrapped `round ya wheel
(I ain`t playin) But y`all front like I ain`t it
And every rapper y`all like, sample my shit
(Name one) I`m nice, and there`s no mistakin
I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman
My track record is out there, gone
E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?)
I`m known for the dome bangers
Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it`s DANGER
Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga)
J, never heard it spit this way, hey
[Chorus: LL, Scarface]
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about
MI - you ain`t goin - FA
L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that`s right)
DO - get this bread, use ya infrared
RE - fuck the industry, it`s all about
MI - you ain`t goin - FA
Cause `Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO)
[Scarface]
You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a chart climber
And now your shit is blowin out the stores
and uh, next month you fin` to go out on the tour but
Count - (two, three, and, four)
Your records ain`t sellin no more
And damn - you done spent your money galore
Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can`t afford (uh-oh)
Tryin to keep up with the trendy
Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi
Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley
And the well that wouldn`t run dry is now empty
It`s simply, cause you wasn`t focused on the next day
and your next tape you can`t give it away, but hey
I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses
Everything you see me I owns it
I`ve been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years
So let`s get, that, clear
You might have sold a few more tapes, but
realistically, are you that great? (nah)
Can`t get respect but I done paid dues
Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I`m the same dude
I`ve been the same nigga since I came through
Do-re-mi too, damn fool!
