(feat. Daytona, Khari)



Yo, uh, Erick Sermonnn

Yo, uh, huh, J

Khari Santiago, uh, uh, uh

Daytona, uh-uh, uh

Uh-huh, sixteen machines

Uh, yo.. yo..



[Erick Sermon]

Aiyyo Mark turn me up

Watch DJ's in the club burn me up like "new music (?)"

Same dog, Boss Hog, my style's Hazard, Duke

The truth?  I'm big enough to Skywalk with Luke

I am revolutionary rhyme ready

Phase one mic stage one yo let's go!

Jump jump - or feel the react of this

pump pump - twelve gauge'n blaze (uhh)

Everytime I bring it hard for them niggaz

like new whips, out the garage for them niggaz like

Here's somethin for those who see past

The new MB with the spaceship dash

I come through in a two-thousand-fo'

Chicks holla out, "UH-OH!" like I'm Nelly

Yo, I come with the real front page

Like Dame did, homeboy in "Backstage"



[Chorus: x2]

Aiyyo watch us do it (go 'head baby)

Ain't nuttin to it (go 'head baby)

You had your chance and blew it (go 'head baby)

  All my niggaz are - move it's nuttin



[Daytona]

E'rybody in the club better up them thangs

When it's beef best believe I up that thang

Five seconds or less to up that chain

When I clutch that thang and, touch yo' brain

I'm, seventeen with twenty inches on Impala

Retros and Naughty sweats, out to make a dollar

Now most ya cats couldn't picture this, consecutive hit

after hit, it's ridiculous, conspicous

Talk that I speak when I walk down the street

Yeah I walk with the heat and I talk to the beat

For the haters, that say 'Tona don't got it

Pants stay low and the flow stay knotted

It ain't the game, it's the players involved

World premier motherfucker with a bunch of co-stars

Watch got mad colors like a bowl of Trix

Niggaz broke they whole life but still a benefit



[Chorus]



[Khari]

Uh, I roll with major hitters, Dutch and Vega splitters

I know what y'all thinkin - it's a takeover

The unfriendly zone young guns is older

You'll get smashed, need Jenny Jones to makeover

your face I'm high because I hate sober

Pussy patrol pull up in the Range Rover

And you get to know that don't want to know ya (that's right)

I hit chickens like I had pads on my shoulders

Slick with this, ridiculous

Rap bidness you're soft with bitch in parenthesis

My sentences'll make the hottest modern rappers

feel defenseless, jumpin over fences

I'm accomodatin all ya hatin lyricists

Spiritual lift, kidney shift

Ribs is cracked, lips is split, necks are slit

I do all kinda extra shit, heck with it

We the hecklers in the front, checkin ya texture

Ya teflon don't protect, waist down and neck up

I trailerpark and just trash ya rap up

Ya want some more?  Fuck it, wait until the next cut