Erick Onasis - Get Da Money Lyrics
[Erick Onasis (Sermon)]Check it, when I come in the place excitementLike a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced itE coming through in the purest formOn some Striesand shit, when a star is bornI might rock a fake diamond watch for this eveningYou rob me, end up dead for now reasonI approach those that wanna cramp my styleWhen I ask they be like "Huh" like in JuvenileCrack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out coldStrong enough to grab you with its choke holdSo whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurantLayin flat with the rats and catsBy a cardboard box where the bums be atAnd one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shitI hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEADOnasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake PicassoYeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing itYou imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shitChorus: Erick & Ja RuleNo matter what the deal, we get the money moneyNo matter how we feel, we get the money moneyWithout, or with the steal, we get the money moneyWalk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money moneyNo matter what the deal, we get the money moneyNo matter how we feel, we get the money moneyWithout, or with the steal, we get the money moneyWalk around with a fat bank roll[Ja Rule]E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few barsOf murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to meAnd its startin to burn when I piss on emceesNiggas want it with me, who I be?The one that got you ready to runThe one with rhyme or reason to bust my gunWhats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throatSon its no joke, I pump lead like bad dopeAnd leave niggas nodding out with no hopeI'ma spit various flows, and ***** various hoesRule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it showsThat the niggas with the money get the *****es *****esRolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishesNiggas don't want it with meJ-the A-the R-U-L-ENigga I get the money moneyChorusAiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantomWith a microphone to blow spots randomGot distribution boostin from here to HoustonKnown for full fledge producingCats were reluctantWhen I came through the spot a crunked itLaid back and funked it, yeahNo matter what, I puts in workE, I do it all day, I do it in spurtsSuckers lost up in NYC with ???Fake thug emcees that never did dirtYo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla hollaWe get money like minister ??? dollarUs two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink upPast the bar and mixed the drink upBelieve I got major cash (How?)Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh)Chorus
