Get Da Money Lyrics by Def Squad

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

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