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