Yeah Now this what history sounds like, in the making You got Mr Murder in less than sixty seconds You got the legendary Erick Sermon Def Squad, eh? What'chall know about that? Pay close attention, Chyeah [Verse: RJ Payne] Fresh out the kitchen with crack I'm on my shit, I've been itching to snack I'm Erick Sermon with the fisherman hat The best bars, modern day Def Squad The new addition to that Reggie Noble Jr, how wicked is dat? Ugly torture walkin' through muddy waters Bunch of niggas in black You punch the clock, I punch niggas that rap The pump'll lift up your hat Knock off the brim and the skin is attached Keith Murray, the most beautiful MAC-10 in my lap It's Payne, I sent a bullet at you straight out the Ruger Das EFX shit, straight out the sewer Shit I'm hungry, I murdered my laptop and I ate the computer I got infinite WiFi, they should pay me to use it I'm sayin', I got the hook up that Master P Your favorite rappers ain't half of me Put me in a cypher with your top ten, they couldn't last with me Fuck who like it this how it has to be Its Payne, I'm the vermin exterminator Word to Erick Sermon, I'm the new version of Terminator The God, prayer rug and a turban a work of nature I don't even write raps, my words merge with the paper I'm cooking dope like I'm whippin' a Camaro I get it fresh off the boat in my fisherman apparel Street competition like Kane when he was visiting with [Harrel?] Shit the bullets so big, I can't fit 'em in the barrel You now looking at a motherfucking king Am I Def Squad? Yeah, I don't hear a motherfucking thing LeBron Payne, I want my motherfucking ring Fuck a battle, get upper-cutted out the motherfucking ring Yeah, haters all on my balls gave me a hernia I still hold up my sword, Prince of Eternia Shit you are now observing, Disturbia You are now tuned in to Erick sermon, Vernia S'Payne

[Intro] I know you gonna dig this Where did the game go? Where Where did the game go? [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Huh, the game takin' a turn for the worst Niggas makin’ whatever, doin' it for the thirst The money and the women, the fame for the position To be number one, got 'em trappin’ in the kitchen Cookin' up that white girl, oh yeah, I get it Everybody a dealer, it goes with the gimmick The rest of them mimic like they the new Jeezy Make a couple of records, thinkin' it's just easy Shit, this the streets, motherfucker, it's beef in it Niggas don't give a fuck, you see Chief Keef in it They ain't your friends, ask a stranger They wanna see you dead The other people who hungry don't wanna see you fed The Devil’s a liar, he bring whatever you want in your face, that’s fire The proper attire Oh, look at that round fat, brown skin, few tats, hair black That's not where I was goin’, I was showin' ya niggas the mirror To see your nonsense way clearer, here's the picture Hold up, wait a minute, Erick Sermon puttin' on a clinic Spittin’ up authentic (Mmh), likin' the way I pen it My team is hittin', like we ran the pendant (Ball game) I love those thinkin' I'm over (Uh huh) I pull up, left foot out the Rover Some ain't believin' it (Nah) I'm chillin', motherfucker, milk with D in it I ain't ask to be in it, I was destined for seein' it So why you wan' try me? Sayin' I'm washed up, today I used ivory Everybody askin' me, where I been (Uh huh) I'm out in Mexico, homie, with Carlos Slim Everybody askin' who's him? The richest man on the planet I'm gettin' that money, goddammit [Chorus: Erick Sermon] When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh) When you lookin' at the video It's just the same old (Same old) Where did the game go? (I don't know) It's all the same, it's all the same I'm like Where did the game go? [Verse 2: AZ] Ah, from the era the crack wars Rubber band stacks, fitted caps, and rap tours Certain plug was let in the backdoor We show love 'cause this is what that's for Fly dude, destroyer of Yaku Dutches and fried food Fuck, it was my move Vibes rule, spoke what we felt then Like jailed men, nothin' was held in I tell spendin' the coupe with no roof Off that 40 proof, the spook with the gold tooth Flow the truth, I know the booth Been about it, got photos as a youth Salute, my trap raps was facts Attack tracks in black, these rap cats is wack Bring it back, that feel good when it still hood Big would if still alive, his skills could [Verse 3: Styles P] I don't play the radio, I ain't watchin' no videos (Uh uh) In the juice bar just buildin' with the Millennials (Facts) Everybody sound the same, everybody look the same (Same ol', same ol') I'm cut from a cloth of them old school criminals (Cut from that) Keep that fake shit to a minimal Matter fact, don't even do it 'cause I'm a general (Don't even do it) I ain't got time for no industry lies from a industry guy, I'm in the G5 Homies catch a sting like we in the beehive Got beef? We don't go to sleep, let the heat fly (We let it fly) Like them birds goin' south Yeah, I splurge goin' out and I swerve goin' out Come around the curve, hit second and third, then I'm out (Out) Fast life make you holla, told E-Dub I'm the other P makin' dollars gettin' high Pray to God that I'm gonna see tomorrow Ghost (Ghost) [Chorus: Erick Sermon] When you turn on the radio (Ooh ooh) When you lookin' at the video It's just the same old (Same Old) Where did the game go? (I don't know) It's all the same, it's all the same I'm like Where did the game go?

[Intro: Kaelyn Kastle & No Malice] Your love go Check it Your love go Yes Your love go No Malice Go, go, go, go [Chorus: Try Bishop & Kaelyn Kastle] Don't tell me that you ride for your niggas And you'll die for your niggas And your niggas ain't ridin' for you (For you) Funny how we all fallin' victim to the lies in scriptures that I heard we just say to be true Now I could see the flaws in a perfect man (Perfect man) And I could see the law only work for them (Work for them) It's hard to get involved with a helpin' hand When you from where I'm from, they don't give a damn Where I come from [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Where I come from, BLM, we screamin' MLK, man, we out here dreamin' (Uh huh) Homie, it's go time Your mark, get ready, set, go Some of y'all still not ready Huh, you still wanna blame it on the system That's played out now, ain't nobody listenin' Mad information all across the nation All over the TV, all over the station Them cops is crooked, we get them straight Yeah, I go 'head and wait 'til American's great 'Cause Trump just a man, he's human He can't stop nothin' that God is doin' (Uh huh) Y'all keep pursuin' and go be the spirit (Yup) Tell a hater, "Sit down, be humble," word to Kendrick (Huh) Who care if they offended Your fears, you face 'em All doubts erase 'em Your dreams, you chase 'em, yeah [Chorus: Try Bishop & Kaelyn Kastle] Don't tell me that you ride for your niggas And you'll die for your niggas And your niggas ain't ridin' for you (For you) Funny how we all fallin' victim to the lies in scriptures that I heard we just say to be true Now I could see the flaws in a perfect man (Perfect man) And I could see the law only work for them (Work for them) It's hard to get involved with a helpin' hand When you from where I'm from, they don't give a damn Where I come from [Verse 2: No Malice] It's the same as it ever was, back of the bus Sittin' in the driver's seat, that was never us (Nah) Spare me with the speech, please, we done said enough And I ain't talkin' money when I say, "In God we trust" Who you gon' trust? Definitely not the President Heard it all before, I'm bein' careful not to step in it Even though I be comin' with the messages, my flow grade-A, you don't wanna F with this Catch me in the hood, I be on my Treyvon In that same hood, I was on my Avon Linkin' with the Cubans in Miami on my Raekwon (Yes) Been raised from the dead like a seance (Yes) Stay strong in these uncertain times I know havin' priors gotta make you wonder if it's worth applyin' Why not? I find the truth to be worth me dyin' It ain't made me a dollar sign, it make me deny [Verse 3: Kaelyn Kastle] Serve and Protect, [?] we die System's a wreck, they're takin' the lives of my young black beautiful brothers They barely get along with each other I pray that the day come, pain, no sail 'em Faith a hold on one life (Go, go, go, go) I [?] where I come from There's no many lost ones Families caught up, fallin' victim, how come? When the cops come, they're not really for us, propaganda So now, who do we trust? Where I come from [Outro: Kaelyn Kastle] Your love go Your love go Your love go Go, go, go, go

[Intro: Erick Sermon] Huh [Chorus: Rico Barrino] Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag) I think I want to Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Check it, hmm My mom's was born in the Bama Raised in the sunshine state when she was eight (Uh) A southern girl who raised me, look at me A track record too long to fit in this song Strong ass women, tougher than leather Tougher than the pair of denim, ass barely fit in them These girls, girls, girls, girls Not everybody is the same around the world Southern girls got swing, that's swang, not torque, not walk Damn, look at that thang (Uh huh) You the reason, got me sneezing God bless you, devil got me want to undress you Gramma schooled me, so I must respect you Made me aware, so I can't neglect you You see her, the new age Aaliyah And I see you tryna be her [Chorus: Rico Barrino] Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag) I think I want to Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved She shaking what her mama gave They all want that ass, that Kim Kardash They get shots to get there fast, to get that cash (Uh) And they doing this back to back She's a stripper, now how 'bout we get back to that (Uh) I ain't the one to give you no hassle You a Georgia peach, I come from the apple (Uh) You won't perform on stage, I rap, you clap The money gets stacked, facts Something like the Player's club but not flick (Nuh) She do it for her son and that certificate Soon she will have to face it And explain to her child later how mom was getting paper (Uh) South Bronx to South Central And I can't forget you South Beach, I gotta [Chorus: Rico Barrino] Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag) I think I want to Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.] Young Krizzle Bitch always calling bread, think that suck degrees off the pot Southern good whip, plus they put they get to the knots I'm talking taking care of home, get it on her own Wouldn't be surprised if she riding on chrome She got that hustle from her mama in that ass too Ain't falling victim to no lames when they pass through Mindframe big bank, better be about it You ain't down to scrape for a Southern girl, think about it Independant, educated She a queen but she get down on it If she want it when it's elevated Percolated percolator Hate a running back Front row, thump stone, waiting on a thunder clap It ain't all about strip clubs, no Even if there's a hole in the wall She gon' make it so where you never leave at all And she'll be there when you call I'm talking 'bout [Chorus: Rico Barrino] Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Bag, bag, bag) I think I want to Slow that girl, ooh little mama so bad (So bad) She's a boss, now she's got her own bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Outro: Rico Barrino & Erick Sermon] I want you No don't you love a southern girl Yeah, with all the claps, oh baby Southern girl, don't you love a southern girl Oh, with all the claps (All the claps) Makes me coo coo Oh, talkin' bout those southern girls Haha, yeah

[Verse 1: Too Short] All we doin is fuckin Get dressed when you done, go home to your husband Stop sucking it You know how many times I had her Butt naked, she can't take it, she be yelling out bad words Your lil freak wifey She’s a freak like me Sleeping in my white T She love to give me some Love to make me cum She love threesomes, eating pussy's way too fun She like to chew it up, and spread them cakes Everytime you try to fuck, she have a headake And everytime I wanna fuck, she be like "me too" She said "bring another bitch, you can bring a few" I want it all the time, 5 times a day A few times a night I wake up and play Let's fuck some more Everytime I say Get it wet girl, you lookin so fine to me Bitch! [Verse 2: Devin The Dude] Girl you know that pussy so good, and so warm, and so deep Damb near put a nigga to sleep But I know you like to fuck baby You ain’t the type to lay up, you wanna stay up Lick these old gray nuts I ain't gon say much I hope you don't either Go to that spot where we fuck and smoke Reefer If she the shit, I need the bitch to peter lick Eat the dick If 1 ain't enough, I'll use 2 like B Leget And I get the other pussy, put it in the fridge Never keep the dro, so it can throw out quick I don't do the train thing like we did before Hit the pussy, hit the pussy, let the pussy know You can have her when I'm finished though Go get if she let ya But I bet ya, I'm a real playa Man, she ain’t really wanna tell ya That she want this dick everyday, on my Schedule [Verse 3: Eric Sermon] This is unfinished business, that’s the homie Battlecat, he my witness She was something venturous Yeah she was from California, something that I'll warn ya I’m too humble, I need to brag a bit It's evident, you see how we getting the bag and shit If you ain't being cairfull, we might be bagging your bitch She rubbing my dick, I'm rubbing her tits That’s crazy, you was calling her baby Claiming that was your lady, you wilding in your Mercedes Thinking she's pebbles, what I say, there's levels to this shit She ain't nothing but a bitch