Straight Loonie

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon (doing an Onyx voice)]

Testin one two three!  Whoa I flow rhymes wicked

And bust some to keep me uplifted

It flows to my braincells like from smoke

I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'

I'm wild, psychosomatic

I got gats stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard

It's all in the mind when the E drops a rhyme

My freakin frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's

I drop flows through Customs

And get sniffed out like I stole somethin when I'm bustin

I'm Don of mic with this shit

I rock on to the breaker one-nine ya dig??

Erick Sermon got funk for days

For those who wanna backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays!

Can't get these nuts on the real

It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel! (ARRRRRRRRGH!)

I still rock with My Adidas

With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggas packin heaters

So get off, get off, and if you want the real scoop

On the E Double, check the sounds!

I rise my eyes burnt like cherry

Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry

I don't know so I'm sayin bye-bye

Until next try

[Hook 1: Erick Sermon]

Def Squad is in the house, yo

Green Beret is in the house, yo

L.O.D. is in the house, yo

Keith Murray is in the house, yo

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]

And Jesus is a fuckin puppeteer

The devil cut my sights off, and I'm runnin wild in this atmosphere

For mad niggas it's curtains

I'm losin my mind in this biological universe

In my dreams I'll be gettin away drivin a hearse

So when I get to Hell, I'm stabbin up the Devil first

And leavin the skull decapitate his ass catchin wreck

Rip off his head and shit down his fuckin neck

From the little voice in my concious

I might just leave a crazy-ass unconscious

And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi

A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind

It's me against the world so y'all can all eat shit and die

'Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch!

[Hook 2: Erick Sermon]

West Coast is in the house, yo

East Coast is in the house, yo

N.Y.C. is in the house, yo

Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo

[Verse 3: Jamal]

Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?

I'ma come down to represent the juveniles

I kick styles that niggas can't fuck with

'Cause when I come down I cold wreck the whole shit

Now who the fuck wanna see Jamal I fades em all

And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall

Now I come down to be the illest, the realest

Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his

Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit

'Cause I be the illest little kid I'm ready to rip

On any motherfucker that wanna step nigga

I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the fuck you figure

That you can fuck with me, I be the illest B.G

Busting from Philly, chillin up in Cali

Sally from the Valley fucked me and she burned me

So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B

Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC that step

And let them know where the weapon is kept

You punk bitch and I hit a switch

Any motherfucker step I dump him in the ditch

Trick!