Def Squad Get Da Money Lyrics

Get Da Money Lyrics

[erick onasis (sermon)]

 Check it, when i come in the place excitement

 Like a plane watch, take it to jacob and iced it

 E coming through in the purest form

 On some striesand shit, when a star is born

 I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening

 You rob me, end up dead for now reason

 I approach those that wanna cramp my style

 When i ask they be like "huh" like in juvenile

 Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold

 Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold

 So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt

 'fore i leave you in back of somebodies restaurant

 Layin flat with the rats and cats

 By a cardboard box where the bums be at

 And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit

 I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, dead

 Onasis aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake picasso

 Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it

 You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit

 

 Chorus: erick & ja rule

 

 No matter what the deal, we get the money money

 No matter how we feel, we get the money money

 Without, or with the steal, we get the money money

 Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money

 No matter what the deal, we get the money money

 No matter how we feel, we get the money money

 Without, or with the steal, we get the money money

 Walk around with a fat bank roll

 

 [ja rule]

 E-dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars

 Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me

 And its startin to burn when i piss on emcees

 Niggas want it with me, who i be?

 The one that got you ready to run

 The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun

 Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked?

 Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat

 Son its no joke, i pump lead like bad dope

 And leave niggas nodding out with no hope

 I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes

 Rule, e-dub, and short dog it shows

 That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches

 Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes

 Niggas don't want it with me

 J-the a-the r-u-l-e

 Nigga i get the money money

 

 Chorus

 

 Aiyyo, who asked who i be, i'm the phantom

 With a microphone to blow spots random

 Got distribution boostin from here to houston

 Known for full fledge producing

 Cats were reluctant

 When i came through the spot a crunked it

 Laid back and funked it, yeah

 No matter what, i puts in work

 E, i do it all day, i do it in spurts

 Suckers lost up in nyc with ???

 Fake thug emcees that never did dirt

 Yo, me and ja rule make ya holla holla

 We get money like minister ??? dollar

 Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up

 Past the bar and mixed the drink up

 Believe i got major cash (how?)

 Street talkin like big boi from outkast (uh huh)

 

 Chorus