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Do‐Re‐Mi
Erick Sermon LL Cool J Scarface
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Uh, uh, yeah
See I know how I 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 mans on the wall holding 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
Bragging you going platinum like that shit brand new
I was platinum in '85, what the fuck wrong with you?
Come play anal
What you call rocks to me is minerals
Try to throw salt on my name, shit political
The baddest man on the planet
So ill when I'm spitting, niggas take it for granted
Cram to understand it
I switch and write it left-handed
Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded
Got a voice like a cannon, nigga shoot
I don't think you really hot, your career's a fluke
I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen
Take a look at what I'm doing, it will not be done again
It's yours, I am the descendant of former slaves
I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental grave
Make 'em confess, LL's the most rugged
God and no man's above it, gotta love it
Yo, get this bread using infrared
Crazy, the industry is all about
Me, you ain't going far
L said it's so, puffing on the la
That's right
Yo, get this bread using infrared
Crazy, the industry is all about
Me, you ain't going far
E said it's so, puffing on the la
D-O
E-Dub on the microphone dropping bombs
Spots get blown
So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom
When I rap, wack MCs vacate the room
'Cause they suck and that's how I feel
I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal
The rap 'round his neck, yo real the real
So next time he know how the real feel
Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel
Leave you in the trunk wrapped 'round your wheel
But y'all front like I ain't it
And every rapper y'all like sampled my shit
Name one
I'm nice and there's no mistaking
I threw a ball rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman
My track record is out there gone
E.T. like maybe I should phone home
I'm known for the dome banger
Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's danger
Scarface, E, LL Cool J
Never heard it spit this way, hey
Yo, get this bread using infrared
Crazy, the industry is all about
Me, you ain't going far
L said it's so, puffing on the la
That's right
Yo, get this bread using infrared
Crazy, the industry is all about
Me, you ain't going far
E said it's so, puffing on the la
D-O
You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer
You switched from the raw to a chart clobber
And now your shit is blowing out the doors
And the next bunch you finna go out on the tour
But count, one, two, three, four
Your records ain't selling no more
And hey, you done spent your money galore
Buying all the stupid shit that your money can't afford
Trying to keep up with the trendies
Got your 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 simple
'Cause you wasn't focused on the next day
And your next tape you can't give it away
I send this to these niggas trying to keep up with the Joneses
Everything you see me in I owns it
I been quietly selling tapes for thirteen years
So let's get that clear
You might've sold a few more tapes
But realistically are you that great?
Can't get respect but I done paid dues
Stood on the block slanging cooked up rocks
I'm the same dude
I been the same nigga since I came through
So raid me too, damn fool