(E Dub)
It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess yall
I confess, ya'll, when I spit the yiggy yes yall
I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya
Tear the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I'm real, react when it's time to peel
Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, I roll tight in my stinkin Lincoln
With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain
And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns
I don't own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton
Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can
Level On The Inside lyrics

all the trials you've endured
Around and around, the refrain
rings the same each time it's heard
Entertain the notion, that the only thing I hear
Is the crack of a smile, in a face that ain't so sincere
When measuring out your quality
It is 
 catch us
We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures

(Funk Doc)
When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
My name will still be in debates about who was great
I make you tie your lace two times when I create
Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker State
We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal's face
You offers, I walk through your church without no parlay
Or permits, fuck your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm strictly convinced, yall puss
Flippin crack, save th
Slump lyrics

(feat. Backbone, Cool Breeze)
[Backbone]
From front to back street, listen, we on a mission
to get right, workin street corner in the midnight
Picture the scene, these fiends with fire
Ten dollar dreams, sche
at
I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style
Order it now, no refunds
I'm like a clib with jums
I move crack fiends with different vowels
Even technicians can't repair the mic I spit on
I'm too underground to dance with that shiny shit on
, naah, call National Guards and trucks
And their weapons better be big as fuck!


Ay yo, the three of us together is incredible
Like a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals
Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the mental
Not that happy dappy shit that you're u
Emotional lyrics

hold on - time to deliver
that stare sends shivers down my spine
hold tight - 'cause now it's coming
that sweet taste for which i'm longing
lower - slower - come the time
in black devoured now
red sheets and a crimson sea
tried so hard to ke
se to
I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous, scandalous world of radio
And pimpin ain't dead, ya'll niggas just scared
To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there
Oh yeah, I heard your new shit is GARBAGE
Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket
I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm killin it
Real legitamate, bitches gettin intimate
In nineteen hundred and ninety eight
We gonna set a whole lotta different shit straight
You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherfuckers!