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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
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[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?
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[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
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[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
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[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
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Vernia (prod Apathy)
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