Imma Gitz Mine

[Intro] Em— Emceein' Em— Emceein' Em— Emceein' Ow! [Verse 1] Part one, the mastermind begins upon a quest Gettin' stupid, shootin' rhymes like arrows shot by Cupid (Word) "Aw, you so crazy," is what somebody told me You can't hold me, so why you actin' bold, G? (Word 'em up) Come correct when you steppin', dude, don't get rude Or I might blast you durin' my interlude (Word) But for real, though, I'm doper than chronic A million dollar man, but I'm not bionic Erick Sermon, a name you know, so don't front kid E.D., rock the mic and roll the blunt, ya dig? (Yeah) Goal is to get naughty by nature And blow up like when girls blow up my SkyPager Make loot by the stacks, so when I come back through my neighborhood They see I'm doin' good (Word 'em up) I got my hat to the back (Yeah), my hands down below (Word) So act like you know (Yo) [Chorus] I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you got it I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you got it [Verse 2] Part two, show the way I flip the funk lyric (Uh) And get ghost (Word) with the magical form of spirit (Yeah) I do my thing, I don't dare front or flake I commence to earthquake, dominate (Yo) and cremate (Word up) Abuse and use a funky form of dialect (Word) When I mic check, I freak the ill concept like (Like huh?) Skip to my Lou, my darling, I hear someone calling Hey, Erick Sermon, yes, yes y'all-ing (Word 'em up) I got funk by the ounce to make you bounce To the bus stop, and flashback to the wop Now I got the vibe-ology (Yeah) in a funky way (Word 'em up) Somethin' Paula Abdul would say (Word 'em up) My style development should be arrested Arrested Development, everyday people From my heritage kickin' (Word), E's on a mission (Yeah) It's a Black thing, kid, and not the blonde ambition (Yeah) Mack-a-frama, fly mack-dose Got props from North, South, East and the West Coast (Word 'em up) Like Michael Jackson, boy (Yeah), just leave me alone 'Cause once again it's on (Word 'em up) [Chorus] I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you got it I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you got it (Word) [Verse 3] One, two, as I speak upon the funk Why is that when the mic lack, the people turn to junk? Man, we can't have anything Why can't we all just get along like my man Rodney King? (King) I'm a young man doin' what I have to (Word) Who asked you? Yeah, I'm doin' what I gotta do (Word 'em up, yo) I'm guaranteed to have my own show like Arsenio If I maintain to be a desperado (Well, well) Stayin' wicked when I kick it through your speaker You might think I'm a alien, but that's a corny re-word (Yeah, word 'em up) Because my ways are strange and I like it And got power like a psychic (Yeah) I'm cool like that when I react with the rap (Yeah) But if you ain't down with it, then get the bozack [Chorus] 'Cause I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours 'Cause I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you got it I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours I'ma gets mine, you go and get yours 'Cause I'ma gets mine, you got it [Outro] Busta Rhymes is in the house (Word) My man Jazz (Word) is in the house (Word) My man Dave Gates (Word) is in the house... (Word)