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    [Keith Murray] Yeeeah yeah
    [Erick Sermon] Yeah yeah, word up, uh
    [Murray] Erick Sermon and Keith Murray
    [Sermon] Representing that..
    [Murray] Kickin' it to the beat
    [Sermon] New York, word up
    [Murray] E! E! E!

    Respect my views on this day and era
    Keep your eyes upon me, and not the sparrow of berettas
    I'm fly, than any bird of this earth
    For what it be, my style is butter like Worth
    I freak the beat like I'm lost in the twilight
    a zone with no phone, looking over parasites
    I pack the house like Woodstock when I rock
    A three day event of me dropping the illest shit
    From here to New Jerz, back to Brooklyn and Queens
    The Uptown to Bronx River, I still deliver
    The off the wall for y'all
    Rearranged cameo-type strange pumping through your veins
    What your mommy do, if you're not ready to die like Biggie
    I'ma keep jamming like Ziggy
    I got the arrows wiped down like Funkmaster Flex
    Sway and Tech, and Premier, and we in here

    [hook]
    It's on like that! And everybody's welcome!
    You are welcome
    [x4]

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    Now, it's on like that once again, it's getting hot
    Now it's time to blow up the spot
    For my niggaz out there on the block getting money
    Playas whose hustling, doing their thing
    But me, I've lounged without the stone
    Do it for my peeps, take it to the streets
    All day, everyday, I sets the mood
    Pile a bell of "Aye", with new attitudes
    I change not for the words, but for the better
    And be a trend-setter, and bring the best ever
    Yeah, teach me for the president
    So I can bring the vibes through your residence Double!
    The ghetto blast, the green eyed rapper slash producer
    And O.J. with the juice, uh!
    Y'all know me, it's the E-R-I-C-K
    So enjoy the day, and peace to Marvin Gaye

    [hook]

    Let's groove back and forth like Aaliyah
    If you don't got the vibe, then I wouldn't want to be ya
    I threw it like a rap attack from New York to Hackensack
    Kiss myself and jump back, surprise like a Crackerjack
    The eye can bring the smiles without Chanice
    And make enemies call truce, or even peace
    [?]Funk Lord[?] fights back
    again without the Force or blue sky Chewbacca, R2D2 and the crew
    The miracle worker, God praise him, praise him!
    All of them ready for the funk, you feel like you want like (blaaah!)
    Whatever you requested, and you suggested
    that I bring the pain like Method
    It's nothing nice, cause I'm down for whatever
    Me and my beretta, me and my beretta
    Goddammit, don't leave your dog stranded
    Who? Yeah, the Green Eyed Bandit

    [hook repeats until the end]

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    Composición: D. Stinson y Erick Sermon

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