Erick Onasis 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