Def Squad Presents Erick Onasi

Yo, yo, yo...
Ow! motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ??
Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha
What you know about it, what you know about it

[redman]
Yo, why you buggin?
I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear
Put it to my dick so you hear me comin
I.c.u. critical, up on a stretcher
The 45 undresser, put on the pressure
You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up
You dealin then shuffle the deck up
Fuck the irs, i'm the nrs
Nigga revenue service, talico inserter
Murder, a six letter word to convert a
Beef you better off flippin beef at fat burger
Yo keith, pull out the burner
(he won't move any further)
Yeah, tannin your body more than white boy surfers
I carry tools like sears surplus
So when i spit you catch heart murmurs
Word, you sweeter than cupcakes
I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight
Each generation, rules the nation
Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations
I'm not a hog i'm a big dog wit big balls
Lock it down like pit jaws to crenshaw
Then y'all be like
He's jiggy like fat bitches wit cellulite
Chicken might dine like cops
First of the month these thugs
Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug
I beat pussy down when i'm smokin the la
Bitches leave the room screamin "oh na na oh na na"

[erick onassis]
E dog the mic demolitioner
The black superhero def squad's the clique, we rock shit
Cuz we flossiest
No thug cats show us often this
We the boss in this
Why think of double crossin this
Your first joint so wack it made me confused, forget who i be
I'll catch you eye then, ya heard
I live the life that's quite chill
On the hill wit a glass of water and 20 mil
Believe you me, e
I got a fresh flow i keep it blazed like dat fo' sho'
Some cats are sheisty, so i pack toast
My name aint next and, y'all too close
The rap emperor, scorchin hot
Be the temperature, let's see, think i'm funny
I make you laugh goodfella
I smack you down in front of your fans
Then watch the show, in the stands, nigga
Don't fuck around that's what i mean yo
Def squad comin through again, el nino

[keith murray]
And why should we listen to you, anyway
You's a sucker mc wit a sucker dj
I hit you with the all in the hammer
Cocksucker, niggas in dc say bammer
Master thrasher, on a binge for revenge
Make a hardcore nigga cry when i kill all his friends
And force destruction wit my coalition
Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin when he should be listenin
I comes through too true
Like a half pit, half man, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two
I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital

[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
Cuz 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, aint 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

Chorus

[erick onasis]
No game, for no-names
On the mic i spit flames, rockwells to janes
I'm the nicest without me in the game
It's a crisis - i control all mic devices
Scratch and e yo, we keep shit poppin
Control the mic, keep spittin and keep droppin
Lose 'em or bruise 'em, ruin 'em
Keep the madface screwin 'em
Keep pursuin 'em, keep doin 'em
All night til the crowd start booin
And when we get thumped by uh, nuf and clue and them
Yo, i keep shit comin from the bassment
Make hardcore cats take the route that mase went
Not the god, but just plain quick
From fuckin with that d-e-f squadron shit
This is my house, i told you before
Trespass on my shit, i catch you at the door
Jump off the rail, from the second floor
And kill you in here, without breakin the law
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful

Dj scratch came with somethin mean
My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene

[dj scratch] awwwwwwww shit!
I fucked up and did somethin stupid right there
{*mumbling*}

[erick onasis]
Let's go!
Scratch came with somethin mean
My jewels be gold, dough be mitch greene
Rock air nike's with a ?? jean
Fresh black .45 tool by the spleen
Yeah, who wanna abdul like kareem?
I'm in the game of death, i'll cave your chest
Yo scratch got the beat pumpin - iron
Reppin in sets of ten, i catch my wind
So i can, thicken for those who thinkin me hard-est
No forgivin, i'm leavin 'em scared
Pull you card, jump, go 'head catch a nitfit
You a bitch walkin around with smudged lipstick
I catch wreck cause i'm better than
Anyone bring it south with the mexican
Boy i bake like ovens, refresh like tropical plug-ins
Out the wall i'm ready to brawl
Siamese gat spittin, y'all hold y'all gats sittin
Take care witcha hardware
Are you a dope mc or relevant?
All y'all lightweight; me - i'm elephant
Top that! sy scott, khyree and me
Meet the new arsenal nigga, for 2g
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
I do 'em, do 'em somethin awful
Yeah, yeah.. word up..

[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]
Like some true pioneers, don't forget it some nigga

[erick onasis (sermon)]
Check it, when i come in the place excitement
Like a plane watch, take it to jacob and iced it
E coming through in the purest form
On some striesand shit, when a star is born
I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening
You rob me, end up dead for now reason
I approach those that wanna cramp my style
When i ask they be like "huh" like in juvenile
Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold
Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold
So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt
'fore i leave you in back of somebodies restaurant
Layin flat with the rats and cats
By a cardboard box where the bums be at
And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit
I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, dead
Onasis aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake picasso
Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it
You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit

Chorus: erick & ja rule

No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money
No matter what the deal, we get the money money
No matter how we feel, we get the money money
Without, or with the steal, we get the money money
Walk around with a fat bank roll

[ja rule]
E-dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars
Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me
And its startin to burn when i piss on emcees
Niggas want it with me, who i be?
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?
Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat
Son its no joke, i pump lead like bad dope
And leave niggas nodding out with no hope
I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes
Rule, e-dub, and short dog it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes
Niggas don't want it with me
J-the a-the r-u-l-e
Nigga i get the money money

Chorus

Aiyyo, who asked who i be, i'm the phantom
With a microphone to blow spots random
Got distribution boostin from here to houston
Known for full fledge producing
Cats were reluctant
When i came through the spot a crunked it
Laid back and funked it, yeah
No matter what, i puts in work
E, i do it all day, i do it in spurts
Suckers lost up in nyc with ???
Fake thug emcees that never did dirt
Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla holla
We get money like minister ??? dollar
Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up
Past the bar and mixed the drink up
Believe i got major cash (how?)
Street talkin like big boi from outkast (uh huh)

Chorus